From the day he was born, my brother's life was dictated by women. There was Mum, but no Dad. There was Grandma, but no Grandpa. There was Auntie, but Uncle was only just coming home from the war. And they all lived together in the same house, together with his two male cousins, who were … Continue reading My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve
Stuff
Miscellaneous Observations on life, love, family, retirement, Australian politics, philosophical musings, and all that other stuff you shove in a cupboard because you don’t know where else to put it.
My Big Bruvver
Fellow blogger Derrick J. Knight's recent post on his 1950s childhood memories of "The Heyday of the Local Cinema" has once again inspired me to write a blog post. This one on a much simpler theme than the Baltic State Evacuees 🙂 Growing up, there was just my brother and me (and Mum). My brother … Continue reading My Big Bruvver
In the Cockatoo’s Playground…
... it's all fun and games until someone loses ... a windscreen! Plus Equals Explanatory note: The rooftop of our apartment block is lined with small stones. A large flock of local cockatoos has been having great fun dropping them from the roof, seven floors up, onto the driveway entrance to our underground carpark. These … Continue reading In the Cockatoo’s Playground…
GWEN WILSON, Author, aka The Reluctant Retiree 