Take a deep breath, good people. I am, I’m afraid, going to be writing about Justin Bieber again. Sorry.
To tell the truth, I’m not going to be writing about him at all. I’m going to be writing about his sweaty vest. Continue reading
Take a deep breath, good people. I am, I’m afraid, going to be writing about Justin Bieber again. Sorry.
To tell the truth, I’m not going to be writing about him at all. I’m going to be writing about his sweaty vest. Continue reading
When I was quite small, my parents gave me a stamp collecting kit. There was a book to put your stamps in, a magnifying glass, a special little gauge to measure those holes along the sides, and a bag full of used stamps from around the world, as well as a guide book explaining that my bag of stamps was worth nothing. I still remember the excitement with which they handed it over, having collected stamps themselves when they were younger. “This”, I remember thinking, “blows!”
My journey into self sustainability, eco awareness and living in country Victoria.
Where I dress like a fool for rubbish collection day Wednesday
A light-hearted look at South Africa's wildlife.
So Many Books. So Little Time. Let's Review!
Wild photos and the tales they tell
Adventures in natural history collections
charming the wilful pen
"THE PAST IS NEVER DEAD; IT'S NOT EVEN PAST." ~William Faulkner