Creating Memories in Montville
Shared memories are some of the best things in life, and it doesn’t really matter whether you’re looking back on old ones or creating new ones for the future.
Shared memories are some of the best things in life, and it doesn’t really matter whether you’re looking back on old ones or creating new ones for the future.
It’s Friday. Nanette says she loves Fridays, because we get to “do some jobs around the house”.
The longer we’re married, the better my wife No’s me.
Picture the scene. We’re sitting on the couch on a cold Toowoomba night, deciding what we’ll do for our wedding anniversary. A weekend away would be nice.
Have you ever told yourself you’ll get fit – soon? Well, as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for!
Travelling or staying with family and friends is always a mix of the good, the bad, and the occasional bizarre. We’re pretty convinced that the good outweighs the bad, but maybe that’s just because we choose good friends. The bizarre? Well, that’s probably just our normal
One of the things I will never fully understand is how differently my darling wife and I can interpret a few simple words, especially if those words refer to clothing.
Some people have rainbows, or fairies, or little men with bad tempers and pointy hats at the bottom of their gardens. We have bees.
“Today,” Jimmy announces, “I’ll take you south to the floating village at Tonle Sap Lake. It’s very popular with tourists, but you’ll also see how the lake people live. Do you have some small American dollars?”
We wake to a steamy, overcast Cambodian morning. I’m excited because, today, we’re off to Angkor, the ‘city in the jungle’.
We feel we’ve somehow stepped into a scene from an old Humphrey Bogart movie – the cheap wooden chairs, overhead fans that do little to dispel the cloying tropical heat, and the three rows of sombre looking guys in military uniforms