Canada to Australia – Almost Post-COVID
I only have two jobs when we travel – well, I reckon one out of two really isn’t that bad
I only have two jobs when we travel – well, I reckon one out of two really isn’t that bad
“Well,” she had said, “my cousin Leroy went to Osoyoos back in ‘98. He said the hardware store is way popular with them tourist fellers.” We decide that, if it’s good enough for Cousin Leroy, it’s definitely worth a try.
It’s only cold until the rain starts, then it’s cold and wet.
There are three kinds of logic I don’t understand. They are, of course, the logic of the guy in Pittsburgh who believes he is a dog – governments – and my darling wife. Actually, I sort of understand the dog guy, but the other two are a constant mystery. As you may know, after two years of…
A wise man once said, “you only travel as far as you wish to go.” His wife said, “unless I decide otherwise.”
Way back in the silent movie days, theatre crowds roared with laughter at the antics of the Keystone Cops, a group of wildly incompetent policeman whose signature move was to run crazily back and forth, never catching the rather likeable bad guys. Today was a bit like that.
“You’re going where?!!” We look at the shocked, sceptical looks on our friends’ faces
To quote the old Irma Thomas song, you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone.
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”.