Did you read the story about the little boy who burned the haystack down And his sister who was good and never did anything wrong. Well below is a picture that I just found and the hay hasn’t yet been forked onto the stack. And the little girl isn’t being naughty. You can tell can’t you! The story was called “Growing in Wisdom and Grass” … Continue reading Unburned hay.
We were sitting down for dinner in an English hotel in Sussex Gardens, off the Edgware Road. This was forty-five years ago. …..and there was a rather pleasant Scottish lady, Moragh. We had done all the introduction things the night before; where you from, why you here, whada ya do for a living. That sort of thing. But this night she asked if we were … Continue reading HRH Prince Philip and me.
Ok, so he’s thirty, she’s younger and the baby is eight months old. The big tour of Europe. But maybe a job would be handy. There is a position in a school in Somerset that looks promising. So off we go to Marks and Spencer for a suit. She says she should come to help me pick out a nice one. When we get there … Continue reading A day trip to Somerset.
In order to make it easy for those of you who need to know if it’s true or not, I will explain again that if it is on Bushie’s Blog (which it is) then it is either true or I changed my name to protect someones stupidity. The following story is true but I wrote it in the third person. The old fellow walked, absent … Continue reading Ink wells and searching for acceptance.
My Great uncle Samuel on my mother’s side lived in Bacchus Marsh and he died there in 1882. Samuel had a brother William who died in France on the 12th of November 1916. William was my mother’s father – but more of him later. On Tuesday 13th of June 1882 Samuel Johnston died aged 15 and a bit. My mother never knew him – he … Continue reading My Great Uncle Sam
I am going to post this on both blogs – so if you don’t know there are two blogs then they are https://abushietaleblog.wordpress.com and https://paolsoren.wordpress.com It is on both because it is about my story and it is also general interest. And it is true. I once knew a hero. He was a real hero although he denied it. In my life I have known … Continue reading I once knew a hero.
The way the foal was named was one of Dad’s ideas. So that led to the following story. Now I know it is on the ‘Truth” blog and not on https://paolsoren.wordpress.com which is where made up stories go, but the whole atmosphere is the truth. Just the details are mine. However it does illustrate the fact that sometimes my big sister won. The girl and … Continue reading Margot’s foal
The car we were in was a Citroen ID19. Now for the purpose of traveling in rough spots it had a very interesting characteristic. By moving a lever, as you were driving, you could adjust the suspension to give the car about 40 cms clearance. When you stop the car settles down and you have about 10 cms clearance. Normal traveling is somewhere in between. … Continue reading Getting out of Trouble
I was sitting at my desk last night, And I woke in a terrible fright If by chance I should die in the night Who would find me? Is the pain that I feel only stress What will happen we never can guess Should I run to a priest and confess Who would mind me? But in actual fact I sometimes wonder these things and … Continue reading This is serious.
There is nothing to see in a desert. That’s isn’t quite true because you do actually see nothing. Some deserts have quite spectacular things to see but on this one occasion, the one I want to describe, there was nothing. And that, can I say, was the wonder of it. We drove, Ian and I, north from Adelaide toward the Centre of Australia. I small … Continue reading The wonder of it.