Out here in the boondocks, all it takes is a couple of days' sunshine and we're assailed with massed lawnmowers, whippersnippers, and hedge trimmers roaring, revving and farting in glorious surround sound. Of course, the Corner Cottage versions of these tools are all electric -- if all of Braidwood went the same way, we'd reach …
Well, yesterday was the last day of spring, not that you'd know it from the chill and damp days behind us. It's been less the force that through the green fuse drives the flower, and more the muted chesty cough of a secret TB sufferer. Thank you climate change, and thank you La Niña. Three …
It's a phenomenon of the current global macroeconomic and geopolitical situation that Braidwood is suffering from a shortage of good staff for its various pubs and eateries. Our town is well-served by some excellent places to grab a bite, but one has already been forced to close due to a lack of a chef. Good …
Sitting here in my 'studio' on a rare sunny Friday, I've been interrupted in my critical creative pursuits by a series of cartons of wine, arriving as if by magic on the Corner Cottage doorstep. It's like Bacchus took over Santa's job for a day and hijacked his sleigh for the purposes of transporting booze. …
All this reminiscing about weird ways to make a living has your author recalling a sure-fire narrative to spin during job interviews. It's a secret so powerful, using it will guarantee you a fast track to the C-suite in the global planet-destroying multinational corporation of your choice -- so use it wisely. And this is …
You may recall my thigh-slapping account of how I was never invited back to look after my poetry professor's house after a goshawk flattened her precious seedlings, rendering her planting plans for her secret garden moot. Well, strap in readers, because that was just half of the tale. And just to add to the hilarity, …
OK look, I know I promised all those weird and wacky job stories, but stuff is happening in the here-and-now which makes much better blog material – or your author has ADD and can only get inspired by things happening in the immediate present. So as I write this, I’m seated comfortably on the 5:45pm …
We interrupt this unstarted sequence of my oddball jobs to tell you about something a little closer to home. While the odd jobs may turn out to be an interesting bunch of stories which will be fun to resurrect, it has very little to do with embracing life in Braidwood, which is what this blog …
Isn't it a bother having to think about making a living all the time? There's so much more we could be doing with our time than working for the Man -- but here we are, dedicating the best years of our lives, and the best time of each weekday, doing boring stuff to put food …
Just so you know -- if you've been holding your breath in anticipation -- there are several nearly-finished posts here just requiring a few final touches before they can be launched into the expectant world. They all just need that one killer detail that takes them over the line into literary immortality. In the meantime, …
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