We grew up with Skippy on t.v. With a deft nudge of his nose and a twitch and “What’s that Skip?” he’d be able to tell you that Mrs Brown’s daughter was stuck in the river over the hill, 5.3 km away and needed help, possibly with the truck and you should definitely go now.

We used to go to nature parks and giggle at the kangaroos hopping around. These days the closest I come to a Kangaroo is in Coles.

To be honest, for a lass who only used to eat the things that were white there’s not a lot I won’t eat these days. In fact, I’ll consume anything. …

Chicken drumsticks were on sale in Coles.

At least they said they were organic. But they were cheap and that’s the kind of mood I was in. We just booked a skiing trip. Now there’s a cheap little hobby. I tell you, when we’re down there, we’ll be eating the snow.

Buying dinner at lunch time can be a strange past time. At 12:45pm, just as you’ve finished throwing down a sandwich, how can you really gage what you’re going to feel like consuming in 6 – 7 hours time?

The Hungry One gets it worse. He gets the “What do you want for dinner tonight?” as he’s chugging down his cereal. “I …

You don’t make friends with salad….

I’m not sure exactly where that ditty came from, but it should be sung to a syncopated beat every time you toss one.

I was never a big salad fan. Like everyone of my generation Salad was iceberg lettuce, cherry tomatoes and cucumber.

It sat on the table wilting among the barbeque spread and certainly wasn’t something you happily reached for.

It was about circa 1992 when avocados came on our scene. They were a special treat.

Occasionally there was some cheese, but usually segmented Coon.

But a while ago the Hungry One and I made a decision to skip carbs at dinner. Now that’s a social thing to do. …