Life at No.22, Musings, Snapshots of Tauranga

The Forged Sick Note

It's winter, the westerly and southerly winds have united to create a depth of cold that penetrates the bones of the hardiest of us

Life at No.22, Musings

The Nostalgic Tale of Fish and Chips

A week wouldn't go past without the word Fish and it's lips licking companion Chips being uttered by me or someone else I'm conversing with.