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try this - we booked through a 3rd party booking site - f*ck me but I hate those sites

cottage very old and quaint, owners very obliging

it's not 5 star!!!
Last 1800’s cottage we stayed in might be a bit above that then.
 

try this - we booked through a 3rd party booking site - f*ck me but I hate those sites

cottage very old and quaint, owners very obliging

it's not 5 star!!!
I also hate the 3rd party websites.
They take a large percentage of the fee, without doing much.
A lot like the food delivery services that take up to 40%of the restaurants pricing. For doing very little.
Not a fan of the so called gig economy.
 

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That's my neck of the woods. Pig and whistle is a nice old pub. Should be parking a harley outside it on Sunday afternoon. You'll feel naked without one.
not the Pig & Whistle - which pub?

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You are a bit of a toff - admit it- rowing, expensive steak etc
Second today but still qualified for the semi finals. Melbourne Girls Grammar too strong.
 
Kids know how to keep you in your place.

I was giving my son some time round my horse again and showing him how to behave around him and how to get his trust. The big fella was being very good so I got Horse Jr to sit on the ground with me and sure enough, my horse did his dip at the front legs, a couple of rolls in the dust, and flopped. But he flopped his head into my son's lap not mine. The big fleabag looks at me, then at my son and settles in while my boy gets over his shock and begins rubbing his muzzle and ears.

"Oh yes ****ing cool dad!"

Seeing this I suddenly burst into tears. It's an emotional moment for me, seeing this, I remember the first time Rangi did it with me and I felt so honoured, now my son is experiencing it. I went all televangelist.

"Jeeze Dad. You're embarrasing me in front of the horse!"

He already knows how to get needle me and he's not yet 11. I'm ****ed by the time he's 18.
 

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I've never been ashamed of my cousin, but these days I feel some pride.

She was always a nutter, couldn't sit still for more than a 5-second stretch. When she was 14 years old, an aunt of mine spotted her driving what turned out to be a stolen car, her eyes struggling to see over the steering wheel as she sat at a red light.

I marvel that she obeyed a traffic signal, when every fibre of her being has always strained against doing the 'right thing'.

She got older, no wiser. Amphetamines had no trouble in finding her. She was bad company, kept worse company, her daughter was taken away from her by authorities. A gun and drugs charge came not long after, the former of which guaranteed her a fair stint in prison.

The services in prison helped her, and my cousin brimming with rebel blood helped herself. She got clean. When released, they put her up in a motel for as long as it took to find accommodation that was near some family and far from her past. They helped her to believe that change is possible, even in your 30s, that she could obtain and hold down a job, that she can become a good mother and get her daughter back.

She now works long hours in a job she has sought for a long time: she is one of the chicks who holds a signal sign and directs traffic. The working days are sometimes twelve hours long, but she loves it, and she's pulling in more money than most of her relatives...including me.

To some, her aspirations and successes would seem rather modest. I think they're monumental, and I'm barracking for her as passionately as I've ever barracked for the Pies.
 
I've never been ashamed of my cousin, but these days I feel some pride.

She was always a nutter, couldn't sit still for more than a 5-second stretch. When she was 14 years old, an aunt of mine spotted her driving what turned out to be a stolen car, her eyes struggling to see over the steering wheel as she sat at a red light.

I marvel that she obeyed a traffic signal, when every fibre of her being has always strained against doing the 'right thing'.

She got older, no wiser. Amphetamines had no trouble in finding her. She was bad company, kept worse company, her daughter was taken away from her by authorities. A gun and drugs charge came not long after, the former of which guaranteed her a fair stint in prison.

The services in prison helped her, and my cousin brimming with rebel blood helped herself. She got clean. When released, they put her up in a motel for as long as it took to find accommodation that was near some family and far from her past. They helped her to believe that change is possible, even in your 30s, that she could obtain and hold down a job, that she can become a good mother and get her daughter back.

She now works long hours in a job she has sought for a long time: she is one of the chicks who holds a signal sign and directs traffic. The working days are sometimes twelve hours long, but she loves it, and she's pulling in more money than most of her relatives...including me.

To some, her aspirations and successes would seem rather modest. I think they're monumental, and I'm barracking for her as passionately as I've ever barracked for the Pies.

Thanks mate. I needed that.

:heart:🐴
 
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