“Nice mixed metaphor from an Ashes cricket commentator on TV the other day,” says George Zivkovic of Northmead, “‘Australia has been in the driver’s seat and this bloke (Travis Head) has been at the helm’.” Unless, of course, it was a metaphorical DUKW.
Sticking with the willow and leather, Viv Mackenzie of Port Hacking (who, describes “exciting cricket” as an oxymoron) has “just sighted the quintessential Christmas lawn decoration, Santa padded up, and hooking a short one.” Despite Granny’s ground rules, Viv sent an image. Looks like a pretty reckless shot. Is Santa a Bazballer?
“It’s been many decades now since I’ve had to show some form of ID to prove my age and these days, much more lamentably,” says Mary Carde of Parrearra (Qld). “I’m not even asked to prove that I’m a senior. But it irks me no end that I am now asked to prove my humanity by tapping the box that says, ‘I am not a robot’. What next?”
Merona Martin of Meroo Meadow has noticed a fine example of “nominative determinism in reverse: Simon Smart advocating for dumb phones on the Herald Opinion page.”
We’re not sure why Judith English of Hornsby Heights felt the need to plant this particular seed, but it seems like good advice, especially for the brown thumbs out there: “If you are given a flowering orchid for Christmas, once the flower has died, release the poor plant from the bondage of the container and put outside. Attach it to a large shrub, protected from the hot sun and placed where it is partially shaded from the afternoon sun. It will reward you with new growth and be very happy. If you can’t control yourself, in dry weather, give it a mist water spray every couple of days.”
Never let it be said that the Germans aren’t forward-thinking. In relation to the recent analogue time (C8) discussion, Michael Britt of MacMasters Beach points out that “in the UK, half nine is half past nine, whereas in Germany, it is half past eight. An interesting insight into the two cultures.”
“Although I returned to Seattle a few days ago, I will miss the clock tower in Lviv Ukraine,” says praiseworthy orphan abettor Chris Keane. “Having lived there for quite some time I’ve become accustomed to listening for the hour being tolled to know when it’s time to join my next Zoom call.”
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