The Grandkids are here again!!!

I paint you this picture. Lush green grass and an empty paddock with beautiful flowers everywhere. Not another goat in sight. The bees are buzzing from one nectar pot to the next. They love this time of the year....

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Jump you little goat, jump, jump jump!

This is fantastic! our girls have all kidded. We have twelve little goats. In a couple of weeks they will jump around and I will be the king of funny videos online. I can't wait. I even bought a...

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The Queen and her Corgi. Living the high life of a Royal

Welcome to the high life of a Royal. In this case we have a look at the Queen herself. Being a Queen has its perks. I mean I can't contemplate what is going on behind those doors of the...

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The print room with an extra few zeros added

I don't mind working in an open office at all. It's only when someone has to print something. It sends my nerves into overdrive. That gentle "ping", indicating a plethora of annoying sounds to follow. There aren't too many...

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The bucket list or a list of buckets

This has to be the best bucket list ever. A lit of buckets. Ol' Billy likes the idea of buckets as long as there is food in it. That is the most important part of the bucket. No food...

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Deep down in the ocean

It is a great honour to tell you my story, a story with deep depth and great glory I have no intentions to bore you to death, as we dive deep into the oceans depth It should be clear to you...

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Sad to hear, so so sad.

Not many things bother me. Barely anything makes me sad. However, I get up in the morning and find that the coffee machine had a leak. It is terminal. Kaput. Not worth fixing. Gone to the recyclers. We had such...

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What is the secret?

We have a secret here. Can I trust you? You know, if this gets out, our heads are on the block. It has to remain OUR secret! Ach, I don't know. How much do you know about the Fenders? I...

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The tools, what are they up to when you’re not around?

It is 2 am and the illustration had to be finished but Marks eyes weren't working anymore. He was dead tired and wanted to go to be. He puts his tools down and turns off the lights. This is...

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Is home a sweet home?

Home Sweet Home. A term we hear a lot. But who is defining a sweet home? Who makes the call? It's not me. I have found my home. Actually I got born in my home. It even comes with...

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