Look at it! Tres magnifique no! This beautiful creature flew onto my arm while I was tapping away on The Book this morning. It sat perfectly still, allowing me the chance to examine it’s delicate black and gold back and marvel at the strange orangey red pouches on it’s legs. I don’t know its name but I have decided to call it Phryne Fisher in honour of the fabulous fictional lady detective...
It started with a bubbling toe. The third toe on my right foot to be exact. I was bitten by something nasty and in this tropical heat, cuts, grazes, bites, and nicks soon turn into festering sores. This is what happened to my toe. I realize this might be too much information but I promise I have a point. I will use a story to do it. Dash and I sit...
Taking a child sailing is a risky business. Death traps lurk everywhere. I won’t recount all of them as I don’t want to upset myself, but the biggest risk, the one that is always uppermost in my mind, is falling overboard and drowning in Davy Jones’ Locker. I am especially nervous about this after seeing the man with the long, tentacle beard in Pirates of theCaribbean -I still have nightmares about him. ...
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