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In Homage to Mr Fromage
“I did scratch-ed my arm”, the tearful wee voice of my five-year old patient lamented. “You did?” I answered, as I strained to see the minute mark on the proffered arm. “Oh dear. Let’s see if some magic lotion can make that feel better.” Dipping a cotton wool ball into some Detol solution, I dabbed
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The Tale of Little Girl & SugarMouse
Once upon a time, in a town not far from here, lived Little Girl. Little Girl loved to sing and dance. She wasn’t particularly grand at either of these things, yet she loved them all the same. Little Girl went to ballet lessons and sometimes got to wear pretty tutus with her pink ballet shoes.
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French Blood
OK, it really is official. I have French blood. Whoop whoop! I have just found out from my mum that there were family members on her father’s side that were from Jersey in the Channel Islands, and they had French surnames – FRENCH surnames! They are buried in the Symonds Street Cemetery, by Grafton
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Some Pillow Talk
Close friends of ours are house-hunting at the moment. They are a busy young family who are wanting just a bit more space as their children approach their teenage years. We have gone along to some open homes with them over the last few weeks and I’ve been fascinated to note how the houses have
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C’est Le Printemps!
We’ve made it to November, which means that Spring has not only officially arrived in NZ, it’s almost over! My cherry trees have shed the last of their blossoms and are now boasting a full display of bright green foliage. Is it just me, or was this year’s winter a jolly long one? And we
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How Do I Say “Nutcase” in French?
Well, these last couple of months have certainly been interesting ones – full of emotional ups and downs. I feel quite drained. I’m so glad God invented chocolate, coffee and wine. Heir Number One made a big relationship call recently – the right decision but an extremely hard one, for both parties. And it will
Over to France
Bonjour and thank you for stopping by. My name is Renie and this is the story of my first trip (avec mon mari) to France. We flew into Paris and then journeyed south-eastward by car, through so many beautiful villages, to arrive in Nice. It was four weeks of amazingness. We were totally smitten and our lives have been forever changed! If you would like to have a peek at what we experienced, then please read on….. And if you would like to venture further with us, as we work out our future Over to France adventures, then please read on a bit further still…
Over To France 