Blame It on the Nisse
We have a Nisse living in our house, a mischievous imp who hides my stuff.
We have a Nisse living in our house, a mischievous imp who hides my stuff.
We didn’t go to hear an old man sing, we went to witness a legend
I am privileged to be among what is now the oldest living generation of the Wells family.
In 1986 Amazon was a river, and the only mouse involved was one I chased out from behind the storage container.
“My love life has been rocky, but it makes for good song writing” – Ian Tyson
It came as a shock to see this nocturnal visitor, stalking prey right under our bedroom window.
This story involves a Russian immigrant, a boatload of bananas, and a corrupt Central American government.
Guernsey trundled to her stall and put her face in the hay without so much as a “Thank You”.
Finding the Humour in a Very Unflattering Family Photo…