Do you have a favourite t-shirt you no longer wear but can’t bear to part with? Why not upcycle it?
Have you ever watched one of those Facebook videos and saved it for later, only to forget all about it? Yep, me too.
Or I’ve gone back and looked and thought, “That’s too hard”. Continue reading Upcycling … The shirts off our backs
Pineapple (the sweeter, the better)
Coconut liqueur of your choice
Funnel for pouring (if needed)
Dice pineapple (leave out the core) and pulp with the blender. I use a stick mixer and pulp it in the jug that I’m going to mix in and pour from.
Add coconut liqueur to taste. I use 1:3. So, for example, for 600ml pineapple pulp add 200ml coconut rum.
Pour into iceblock moulds. Don’t overfill as the mixture will expand and the lids may pop off.
Freeze, eat, enjoy.
Dear Fellow Road User,
Yes, I know you’re a pedestrian and that I have to give way to you. Could I just suggest that you give me a chance to see you?
When I’m driving on the highway and I see the school bus is stopped picking up kids I do slow down, even if I’m not required to.
But when you step out from in front of the bus and onto the 100kmh road then, no matter how much I’ve slowed down, you scare the shit out of me.
Maybe you could take the time to walk to the back of the bus so that approaching traffic can see you.
Stu’s great uncle is buried in France. The “Great War” wasn’t really so great, was it.
What a shame mankind doesn’t learn from their past.
Thanks, Paula, for your challenge this week.
What dose a psychopath wish for on her 18th birthday?
If she wished for a normal life then wishes do come true – she’s 30 now, married and has 2 lovely sons.
But she still likes to shock and put on a bit of a show.
Posted in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.
I blame the smoke for my tears.
It was hot, steamy and fires in the area made it smoky too.
Nothing to do with thinking about the thousands of prisoners of war who died there or those, like my Uncle Dick, who survived and came home but were forever changed.
To walk part of the notorious Thai-Burma railway, including Hellfire Pass, was a truly emotional journey for me.
No matter how uncomfortable I was, it was only a drop in the ocean compared to the suffering this path has seen.
Posted in response to
Ailsa’s Travel Theme.
Google street view hasn’t made it to our small-town back street. So the only chance you have of seeing it is if I let you.
You’re in luck! I don’t have a photo from my front verandah, but here is an evening on our street at sunset.
posted in response to Nancy’s A Photo a Week Challenge.
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