Air Be and Be—a poem
I’m an AirBnB host in Mount Victoria, Wellington, New Zealand. A series of always delightful people stay with me for 2–5 days if and when it suits us both.
Continue readingI’m an AirBnB host in Mount Victoria, Wellington, New Zealand. A series of always delightful people stay with me for 2–5 days if and when it suits us both.
Continue reading“Have you ever paused to contemplate the idea of home?” asks Robyn Haynes in her blog, Big Dreams for a Tiny Garden. On a trip to Outback Queensland, she felt a deep connection with the land, and her sense of home expanded from house, garden and family to something much broader—Australia. (I’ve distorted her thought flow by summarising it — […]
Continue readingIn which I am torn between an old age of grubby indolence (tempting) with the officious whip-cracking of a body corporate. Have you noticed a tendency of older people to stop dusting and cleaning and fixing up their homes? My sisters and I suspect that late in life our mother did zero housework. A nice helper went […]
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