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It Wasn’t Poo!

It Wasn’t Poo!

It was a Sunday afternoon and the kids were involved in an intense game of backyard cricket when my 10-year-old neighbour dropped the bat and ducked quickly through the house and out the front door. “Where’s he going in such a hurry?” I asked my husband, Leigh. “He’s...
Love Thy Neighbour

Love Thy Neighbour

For the first five years of our married life, my husband and I pretty much ignored our neighbours. We knew the names of the elderly couple over the back because their ivy spilled over into our yard and occasionally Leigh climbed a ladder and hacked it back. But other...
Keep on chatting!

Keep on chatting!

In 1975, a man named Brian penned a letter to his sweetheart Margaret, asking for her hand in marriage. He was living in Papua New Guinea and she in Australia. They had met ten months prior, and only once since, but they’d sent each other cassette tapes full of news...