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By Vivienne
My motto in life:
I’ll come to that bridge when I’ve crossed it.
Two of my famous sayings are:
- You could have knocked me over with a boulder.
- Don’t make me the prawn in your sandwich.
I have a husband and two fabulous daughters and one little dog (Lola).

This is Lola not long after she turned up at our place. She had been dumped, was on heat, hungry and had no microchip. She is now fully grown though not much bigger, just on four kilos. We have always loved dogs and the last one passed on the year before so there was a vacancy.
Our driveway. The trees were planted in 1981 as little babies. They look a bit light on in the foliage department as this photo was taken a couple of years ago. With the wonderful rain we have had this year they are now looking much healthier.
I plan on writing some food articles for those interested in seafood, curries, old fashioned cooking and reasons you should indulge yourself every now and then.
PS: merit certificates will be awarded to the wittiest remark as to who has the best tits in the photo.


No I hadn’t read this.
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I popped on back to Vivienne’s first story to remind myself of Viv’s appearance, talking with Lehan Ramsay as we have been at The Dot about Lehan’s portraiture of the patrons of The Pigs Arms.
Do I get some sort of certificate if I mention here Lehan has painted Vivienne’s bust!
🙂
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Ah!
That would be a “bullocky’s” bra you’d be wearing then, Viv?
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Not familiar with that type. Usually it made no difference whether I wore a bra or not!
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Viv I wonder if the lass in the middle was just a little jealous.
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She was the odd one out – not an Aussie.
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I was thinking breast size.
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I know !
I’m a bit miffed that no one said anything about my motto in life.
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At first glance it IS kind of an ‘out there’ motto. Can you cast any illumination upon it?
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I’d come home after a complicated day at work (the boss had a heart attack) and was discussing matters with
my husband and a friend (over a few drinks) and I’d responded to some comment with “I’ll come to that bridge
when I’ve crossed it”. They both fell about laughing and clutching their stomachs. I’d said, “what’s so funny”?
More laughter and then “oh, but that is so you not to cross the bridge when you come to it” etc. The saying
has stuck with me ever since, much the same as the other two which are not right.
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That looks like everybody’s driveway at this time of night and certainly like my friend’s driveway she drove me to see where we sat outside and she waved her hand at discernible-and distinguishing-features.
“Crazy,” I said, “after all years”.
I agreed it was a long way to travel to go to school when she drove me the journey they made in the cart pulled by Blackey.
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The driveway is twice as long as shown in the photo.
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How wonderful Viv, I did imagine but my mind’s eye was ‘in the country’. I spoke as if my inner world was visible.
I was speaking of driveways described by the old people who I have heard tell their yarns about childhood on rural properties.
I imagine as well small gem biscuits. And that was not everybody’s experience either, so true. Myself, I love the niceness of imagining homey surrounds and gem biscuits.
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Brown nosed puppies.
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Norks!
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boobs, knockers, bazongas!
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Now, who’s going overboard?
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Viv, do you remember where that photo was taken; the reason I ask is because the tables with sunshades look just like the ones the Old Swan in Notting Hill Gate had outside on the pavement during summer… and it was a ‘St George’s Tavern’, so the Watneys Red Barrel is also the correct beer… Tell me, did you ever go to Matilda’s when you were in London?
😉
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Unfortunately I do not remember the exact location. Can’t remember Matilda’s either. I did go to many pubs in London
and am sure the one in the photo was relatively central but it could have been the Old Swan – it was a very busy and exciting time.
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Milo has fully recuperated from the ‘over seventy ticks.’ He drags us everywhere as never before and is considerate in his toiltet habits by doing it in other tenants gardens. (Certificate Nr 2 please.)
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I’m glad to hear Milo’s recovered Gerard; and amused by your notion of ‘considerate’ toilet habits!
😉
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My cook needs new recipies, so I’m looking forward to Viv’s Master Chef Show!
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Totally gorgeous. Smooth and white, turning to pinkish.
I suppose your tits are great too. But, speaking for myself anyway, they don’t stack up next to the gorgeous lemon scented gums. The first time I came across one was at the house I’m currently living in. There was an absolutely gorgeous one down the bottom corner. Fabulous lemon scent, and you forgot to mention the smooth white trunk turns pinkish in Spring (assuming they all do that). Loved it, but of course the back neighbours did not since it had already taken out their main power line to the street with a branch.
Ridiculous tree to have planted in a smallish suburban yard and reluctantly had to remove it for safety reasons. Not before it dropped a massive branch on the lawn. As you know they grow enormous.
Thought about replacing it with a dwarf version, but it was a metre from the sewage pipe junction. I say dwarf, but the dwarf one I just looked up just now grows to 6 metres. It’s appropriately called Eucalyptus citriodora “Scentuous”.
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Didn’t know there was a dwarf lemon-scented gum, but, then, there’s a dwarf of everything!!
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Aye, there’s apparently a Dwarf Snow White Gum and six white boomers – Snow White Boomers…… 🙂
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You’re in fine form, Emmjay!
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Thanks, Big. Enjoyed it myself – even if I do say so.
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you’re, not your!
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Yes, I fixed it so you wouldn’t look like you were writing caveman Englsh.
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How did you know that I lived in a cave!
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Merit certificate awarded for excellent understanding of native trees. We have a good variety of flowering natives and hence many native birds. Prior to our building and planting works there was nothing bigger than a thistle on the property.
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How about a prawn pasta? Gluten free for me
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Thanks for the mammaries Viv 🙂
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Another merit certificate (mainly for not wasting words).
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My brief is succinctness
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Well, Vivienne. Fabulous Fun Bags, Bodacious Breasts, Titillating Tits, Scintillating Shirt Potatoes, Marvellous Mammaries. Oh shit, I hope the Moderator doesn’t read this!
Lovely Lola?
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You beat me to it Big M
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I probably should have made some lovely comments about the driveway, but couldn’t get passed the milkers!
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Gold merit certificate!
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Viv, your driveway has made me homesick for the farm, ours was populated with poplars, but we also had plenty of gumtrees, wattles and all kinds of European trees, huge pinetrees, conifers and more…
You seem to have the same chairs and even a similar looking carpet as we had in the cottage. Lola looks sweet…I’m tired as I have just been taken for brisk walk with Milo, there’s no sauntering with him.
I leave the tits for the boys to ponder about, but I gathered that you are the friendly looking one on the right.
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That gets two merit certificates – one for the compliments and one for correctly identifying me. Probably not surprising we have similar furniture tastes as we both love brie and anchovy stuffed olives! The trees are lemon scented gums which smell fabulous after rain and sunshine.
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Viv, your driveway looks beautiful. Gee it makes me homesick for a place I’ve never lived in
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I think the veranda is better than the driveway, Hung. It certainly looks like a comfortable place to lay one’s head.
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Yes, Emm, Vivienne’s verandah has really racked up some comments.
We won’t mention her decolletage!
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Oh no! You don’t get me that way Vivienne! A photo of three nubile young ladies and you say you’re the ‘one with the great tits’…? And we’re supposed to guess just which one is you? Oh no… I can only see trouble arising from any at such guesswork. Your identity will still remain a mystery to me!
😉
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As far as great tits are concerned, I’ll cross those when I come to them. Would a GPS with Poi’s (points of interests) be necessary?
In the meant time I wouldn’mind a nice old fashioned recipe including rhubarb or Golden Syrup.
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Desserts are not my forte Gerard – sorry to disappoint.
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You jest but it gets you a few points toward a merit certificate. You’ll need 10, you have 3.
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How many points for ‘Lola is nice’. How many for ‘Lola is adorable and cute with big ears and skinny legs?
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One merit certificate awarded to sweet Gerard. Lola is better looking now – she filled out and her ears do not stick up all the time. We believe she is a jack russell/mini foxy.
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Well, I twigged that you were the one on the left really… and I do think she’s by far the cutest of the trio… Surely that must be worth a few brownie points?
😉
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Er, the one on the left could be right only if you are looking at it as if you were standing next to me. I have the short
hairdo. Or, are you still joking?
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Oops! Sorry; this lergie’s got my brain cell all muxed ip… I meant the right, of course! (I think I’ll just go and shoot myself now…)
😉
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Men! Don’t you dare shoot yourself. That takes all the fun out of it for US. 🙂
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Just realied that the last breast related story was by Voice!
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