We normally keep our distance from the Morris dancers at the National Folk Festival. This year we are taking that to a whole new level. We’re not even going to be able to see them from a distance. For some years my wife and I have been regulars at the folkie in Canberra on Good… Continue reading Keeping our distance
Blokes go into quarantine
We’ve laughed our way through Blokes on a Plane and Blokes in Donegal. Now brace yourself for Blokes in the House, a series of short stories which will trace the new lives of my three elderly characters from the funny Windy Mountain series. That’s right. Oodles, 85, Wish-Wash, 83, and The Mayor, 82, are thrown… Continue reading Blokes go into quarantine
Hair despair
Has anyone thought what we’re going to look like when eventually we emerge from our houses? I think it’s quite possible I will come out looking like Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I can handle the prospect of long straggly hair and a seriously bald forehead. It’s the expectation I’ll be able… Continue reading Hair despair
Dave, you’re our hero
I am sure readers will have many other stories about good Samaritans appearing in this time of need. This story will go down in my family folklore. My older sister Kate has been living and working in sunny Western Australia for a while but her sons and grandchildren live in the island state of Tasmania… Continue reading Dave, you’re our hero
The Humpty Dumpty Challenge
No-one has to urge me to wash my hands. Heck, I’ve been a compulsive hand-washer as long as I can remember. As a bit of an introvert, I’ve also been training for self-isolation all my life. This is the good news. The bad news for me is my meagre book sales have become even more… Continue reading The Humpty Dumpty Challenge
