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As I have mentioned once or twice before, I like a little sparkle, a little spice, a little risk in my life.

When I was around 7 years old one of our fun games was bowling down a hill in a big truck tyre. The track ran down to a lake, but we were in “no danger of drowning,Dad,’cos the track’s so rough we tumble into the scrub before we get there!” That was in New Zealand, the land of wacky things and wacky people.No surprise, then, that they’ve come up with another wacky sport and I am bustin’ to try this one:

Zorb Experience For A Family Of Four

White water rafting? Huge fun. (If you use a magnifier and look carefully, you might see lil ol’ me .)

Flying in an old bi-plane? A blast. But I already told you that last week.

Tobogganing on a tea tray? Bring it on. (The tea trays we rode were not beautifully-chased silver, by the way; more yer cheap tin from Petticoat Lane but they were perfect for sliding down Primrose Hill!)

But I am a little shy of some things. Especially if there is a very long drop between me and the ground! So, thanks all the same, but I don’t think I’m up for this:

Those of you who had to leave the room for medication or a change of trousers are excused.


When you have as many miles on the clock as I have it’s comforting to know that some of your oldest friends have stayed the distance. Especially if they have retained their zest and sense of humour!

One friend in particular ALWAYS comes up trumps with the perfect card for me and this year I thought I’d share her wit with you…

And yes, I did have red ankle-straps like these!


On Saturday I saw a charming sight…

…a “very well-built” man riding a small motor scooter with his pillion passenger, a little fox terrier, in a milk crate!


Now, I must apply my multi-tasking skills to some housework before school…


Author: dinahmow

A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!


  1. i remember sliding down grassy hills in boxes. they invariably tipped, and we’d all fall out, rolling down the hill over each other.

    stupidly, we’d drag the damned thing up, and do it again. i think there couldn’t have been an IQ working, even if you put our brains all together!


  2. cat…you’re probably right! Maybe that’s how we all survived … no brain, no pain?


  3. He will soon have One Wheel and NO Balls.

    Most of the extreme people end up on the Darwin Awards for voluntarily extracting themselves from the gene pool.

    I have no doubt that mr glumbert’s departure will be labelled acci-‘mental’ death by misdaventure.

    There, I can finally let go of my boys now ((whew))


  4. how marvellous

    I am smiling broadly from cheek to cheek because the life you share with us is so wonderful

    and it gives me a zest for the future!

    thank you

    (that’s not supposed to be an age-ist comment BTW!)(I love the sketch of the little dog in the basket)


  5. HE…I think you’re chicken!

    ILTV…a couple of years after the tyre games we “invented” skate boarding. And no one here ever says pinch punch nowadays!


  6. what a sweet fun post. you made me laugh.


  7. That Mr Glumbert, too, too much time on his hands – glad I’m not his mother!

    We used to make ‘boats’ out of old fruit and veg boxes and take to the gravel pits; and go-carts from any kind of rubbish and take to the highest hills – it’s a miracle any of us survived.

    (I’ve always had an urge to try unicycling though!)


  8. kj…good!

    ziggi…a witch on a unicycle? now THAT is a sketch opportunity!


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