My worst cookery fail was forgetting to put the bowl in my slow cooker and just piling the chicken casserole ingredients straight in - the cooker did not survive
Nearly lost my sister yesterday - her house is enveloped in silt so she has gone down to live with her granddaughter near Bulls - the family all went into town for the day but my sister and her 9 year old foster grandson decided to go to the beach - it’s a short 20 min walk through the forest - she was stung by a bee - neither of her epi pens worked so she tied a tourniquet around her arm - no phone coverage so she sent the boy back to the house to ring the ambulance - they told him to run back to her with a wooden spoon and put it on her tongue to help her breathe - he remembered his Mum putting ice on his swollen knee after rugby so he took a box of ice blocks - he held one on her tongue until the helicopter arrived 30 mins later - she remembers nothing - until they gave her adrenaline before flying her to hospital- he saved her life .
So after all this drama I rang the other sister -the witch of the North - and tried to make peace over the blardy woolscour but she is intent on getting her pound of flesh .I stupidly told her I had read what Dad wanted in his diary - I will not be surprised if she makes a move on them .This is the truck Dad used as collateral- that’s me with my school bag on - my Uncle is standing on the boat - Dad took the launch to Taupo - its still on the lake - found the old photo in his diary
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I am up to row 236 of my 240 row blanket - will do about 10 rows of border and then have a million ends to weave in
Nearly lost my sister yesterday - her house is enveloped in silt so she has gone down to live with her granddaughter near Bulls - the family all went into town for the day but my sister and her 9 year old foster grandson decided to go to the beach - it’s a short 20 min walk through the forest - she was stung by a bee - neither of her epi pens worked so she tied a tourniquet around her arm - no phone coverage so she sent the boy back to the house to ring the ambulance - they told him to run back to her with a wooden spoon and put it on her tongue to help her breathe - he remembered his Mum putting ice on his swollen knee after rugby so he took a box of ice blocks - he held one on her tongue until the helicopter arrived 30 mins later - she remembers nothing - until they gave her adrenaline before flying her to hospital- he saved her life .
So after all this drama I rang the other sister -the witch of the North - and tried to make peace over the blardy woolscour but she is intent on getting her pound of flesh .I stupidly told her I had read what Dad wanted in his diary - I will not be surprised if she makes a move on them .This is the truck Dad used as collateral- that’s me with my school bag on - my Uncle is standing on the boat - Dad took the launch to Taupo - its still on the lake - found the old photo in his diary
https://trademe.tmcdn.co.nz/photoserver/...771183.jpg
https://trademe.tmcdn.co.nz/photoserver/...770629.jpg
I am up to row 236 of my 240 row blanket - will do about 10 rows of border and then have a million ends to weave in