Being a stranger in a foreign land can be a lonely place. I started this blog to share what our new life was like with family and friends. Little did I know then that I’d have 1001 things to say. But indeed I have. This is my 1001 Domestic Executive post and it feels like [...]
When I answered the phone and I knew it was the vets, I feared the worst. Big Basset was creating chaos – howling and crying. Wanting to come home. Wanting his brother and wanting the pain in his eye to go away. His howl is my command. I went straight away to bring Fortnum home [...]
Being a fully fledged Domestic Executive requires a full portfolio of home cooking talents but there are areas of culinary functions I’ve shied away from perfecting. Fear of failure you might think. And, you’d be right. There is nothing more depressing than for things not to turn out as they should. In the spirit of [...]
Little basset cuts a lonely pose today as Fortnum languishes at the vet having a minor op on his eye. He spent a great deal of time looking backward on our walk down by the Hutt River. Now back home he is making the most of the extra space on the window seat!
I am so over blanket cloud this summer but there was an invasion of mega clouds yesterday evening. They billowed up from behind the hills like a puff of pure white mass of fluff. There were similar clouds on the hills behind the house cascading down the hillside.
Some days the action comes to your part of the world. Cyclists tell us that the Kaitoke hill is the killer hill not the Rimutaka Hill Road where these were heading for stage one of the Tour of New Zealand race today.
My family just don’t seem to appreciate that photography takes time. Enough time for a rest at least!
Through the undergrowth home beckons. At this point I wish we had a nifty gate through our back fence. Instead it’s around 15 minutes basset waddling around the lane and down the front drive. One day in the not too distant future the house will be hidden behind the pines. It will be a shame. [...]
There was a screeching of brakes when I first met this little lady. Heaven knows where she came from but she almost met her maker under my car. When I got out of the car to check she was still alive she scuttled up to me as tame as anything. To avoid any further mishaps [...]
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