The clocks went back in New Zealand at midnight last night. I woke up this morning with a whole extra hour to my name.
An extra hour. For a short while, I felt like a rich lady.
Let’s face it, the only thing worth a jot in life is time.
Time shows up in life as two guises. (more…)
Spot. The Difference When You’re 12.
You watch your daughter, coming to terms with being 12. She’s not a little girl, nor a teenager (quite) She’s just… boring old 12. Annoying old 12. Pimple spots introducing themselves from around every corner, limbs resembling a baby giraffe. What used to be funny is now just damn right embarrassing. Especially her Mom. And her brother. Oh, and the fact that the cat is called puss. How embarrassing. (more…)
This is an inblogtweeny . A bit of information on how emigrating to New Zealand has saved me approximately $500 per year on one lifestyle change.
Incase you didn’t know, proper shoe wearing amongst New Zealand school children, is neither compulsory nor fashionable. There are, it seems, three options when deciding which way to adorn your wee piglet’s trotters. (more…)