Posts by Hebe
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Ross Mason,
Fact: Ruth Richardson is a bona fide member!!
Do you mind! I'm meant to be making dinner.
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Russell Brown,
I’m just a bit rubbish at that stuff.
But you're obviously good at other stuff! Having grown up with an ace builder/ all-purpose Kiwi bloke as a father, it took decades for me to know that it is fine not to be able to change the car's oil, concrete a path and a build a spare room before teatime on the Saturday of a weekend.
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Joe Wylie,
Heh. St Soggybottom's goes hardline.
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Moz,
I’d open the door to be greeted by “don’t bleed on the carpet”.
Should be the title of a Kiwi parenting manual.
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Capture: Two Tales of a City, in reply to Joe Wylie,
If you want to believe it's a cardboard cathedral, the Anglicans will be happy with that. On the other hand, if you want to believe it's laminated wood, they will be accepting. It's a broad Church with many views contributing to a diversity of inclusiveness....
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to ChrisW,
Sceptic tank? that's good.
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Danielle,
“Good peeing, Mama! HOORAY!”
Those moments make parenting worthwhile, even if you are in the toilet with the children and the zoo with the possibility of the neighbour or meter man being invited in by one of your helpers.
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Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Ross Mason,
Chop
I feel sick now.
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Capture: Upside Down, Inside Out, in reply to ChrisW,
the church’s structural strength is assessed at only 3% of the earthquake code requirements
3%? That’s fall-over-in-a-puff-of-wind dangerous. Lovely towers.
Those stewed plums are evilly beautiful. Bottlingtulism. -
Southerly: My Life As a Palm Tree, in reply to Chris Waugh,
My angels when they were three months old (and 9 weeks prem) would settle down to sleep with a growly voice like Bob Dylan or Rod Stewart. If we put on a female singing lullaby, the boys would howl and weep (and that was very unusual for them).