The internet, but we actually make it fun again (& safer).

Set the platter down for ten seconds. Ten. By the time I'd turned around, Buster had three snags hanging from his mouth like a moustache and was sprinting for the lemon tree. The grandkids haven't stopped laughing since Saturday.

Sixty-eight years old and I finally got on the gondola. Bit wobbly at the top but the view of the Remarkables made the knees behave. Already booked the next trip.

Found this tucked inside an old recipe book. Frank's tie was crooked then and it's still crooked now. Fifty-seven years and counting.

Apparently the eggplant does not mean 'I'm making moussaka tonight'. Mortified. Granddaughter is still wheezing in the corner.

Forgot the handbrake. The caravan didn't. We watched it roll gracefully into a paddock of very surprised sheep. Roy says he's never laughed so hard in his life.

Rain, hail or southerly, this old girl gets her sunrise. She's twelve and still bossier than the cabinet.

Took ourselves back to the beach where Tama proposed in 1985. He still can't get down on one knee, and I still can't say no. Best day off in months.

I planted three. Three. The neighbours are now hiding when they see me coming with the wheelbarrow. If anyone has a good chocolate zucchini cake recipe, please post it before we drown.

Eldest insisted on putting the cream on while it was still warm. We learnt a lot today. The pav is a bit of a soup. The kids are very proud. I am calling it abstract dessert and we're eating it anyway.