Sunday, 11 October 2015
News Flash: The Bumpkins are Tired
When we started writing this blog, we said it was experimental, and it might drive us crazy - well, we were right about that. We're calling the experiment a failure, for the following reasons:
1) Linda is more interested in chasing her ancestors down than writing silly Winsome Ridge stories, especially now that she's made a breakthrough by finding two living relatives she knew nothing about, and discovering that both of them are interested in genealogy, and have pictures and ideas to share! This is much more exciting than writing about fish and chips at the pub.
2) The weather has warmed up (with a vengeance) which means that Tony is spending a lot of time out in the garden, so he's worn out at the end of the day and doesn't feel like writing.
3) Uploading things to blogs uses up too much of our pitiful monthly data allowance. We keep going over the top and then our speed is slowed down to what's officially called 'glacial' until each month ends. We need to cut back. Why don't we just buy more data allowance, you ask - not possible for those of us stuck on a satellite connection. But the good news is that a new satellite was recently launched, and in another 6 or 9 or 18 months, who knows, we might be able to get more.
4) Some of our readers said things like 'Isn't the blog a lot of work?' and 'Doesn't it take up a lot of your time?' We laughed those concerns off at first, because we're superhuman dynamos of energy with an endless supply of time - oh wait, no we aren't. Yes, it is a lot of work that occupies too much time. Especially as we have three other blogs on the go, all of which are being neglected recently, because we're tired. So we decided that one blog would have to go - which one should it be?
5) That question wasn't hard to answer, as the general reaction to this blog has been underwhelming in the extreme. We got some subtle hints a month or so ago that maybe it wasn't hitting the mark, when three people told us, 'I don't like your blog.' 'Gosh,' we said, 'don't hold back - tell us what you really think!' And they did. Well, that's what friends are for, to tell you the truth. We figure if 3 people were inspired to tell us that, there are probably at least another 30 who are thinking it but not telling us.
So this will be the last post on this blog. It's been an interesting experiment, and we're glad we gave it a try - but we won't miss it when it's gone, and we guess you won't either. Those of you who were subscribers to our monthly 'Winsome Ridge Diary' can take heart though, as we intend to revive it. We'll resume our normal programming at the end of this month, and email you a few pages of nonsense.
If you were NOT one of our diary subscribers, and would like to become one, please send your name and email address to winsomeridge at skymesh.com.au and we'll add you to the list.
So long for now!
Sunday, 27 September 2015
We Hate Maths
Tony had a tricky problem lately, regarding fertilizer - if the ratio of fertilizer to water is 1 to 5, how many square kilometers of fertilizer do you put in a half bushel tank? Even Google doesn't know the answer to that one. And we're not going to tell you what kind of fertilizer we're talking about here - suffice to say it's free, comes in liquid form and most people don't want to know about it. (But if you're a bit short of cash and need some really good fertilizer, get in touch and we'll tell you the secret.)
Anyway, maths has never been one of Tony's strong points. He's pretty good at reciting the times tables, especially when he's having a migraine. It goes like this: six sixes are 35, seven sevens are 48, eight eights are 63, nine nines are 80, ten tens are 99. Some people have tried to correct him when he's doing this recital, but he knows he's right - he just never bothers to tell anyone that he's so clever he can instantly deduct 1 from each answer. That may be clever, but ask him what nine fives are, or eight sevens, or how to figure out percentages, and he'll admit he has no idea and no intention of finding out.
Linda, on the other hand, is rather fond of dealing with numbers, but only when they have dollar signs in front of them. Other than that, they're just boring.
So imagine our surprise when we learned that our grandsons Leigh and Joshua are both maths wizards! Joshua recently got two As on his report card - one in PE and one in Maths! And Leigh was featured in the school newsletter, for his prowess with numbers:

We know the Maths gene didn't come from the Hawkley side of the family, so congratulations to Leigh and Joshua's mother Rebecca, who is a very smart cookie, especially when it comes to the nine times tables - she has her own secret formula for that, which is too complex for us to understand - unless she puts dollar signs in front of it, which helps Linda's brain get into gear.
Anyway, maths has never been one of Tony's strong points. He's pretty good at reciting the times tables, especially when he's having a migraine. It goes like this: six sixes are 35, seven sevens are 48, eight eights are 63, nine nines are 80, ten tens are 99. Some people have tried to correct him when he's doing this recital, but he knows he's right - he just never bothers to tell anyone that he's so clever he can instantly deduct 1 from each answer. That may be clever, but ask him what nine fives are, or eight sevens, or how to figure out percentages, and he'll admit he has no idea and no intention of finding out.
Linda, on the other hand, is rather fond of dealing with numbers, but only when they have dollar signs in front of them. Other than that, they're just boring.
So imagine our surprise when we learned that our grandsons Leigh and Joshua are both maths wizards! Joshua recently got two As on his report card - one in PE and one in Maths! And Leigh was featured in the school newsletter, for his prowess with numbers:

We know the Maths gene didn't come from the Hawkley side of the family, so congratulations to Leigh and Joshua's mother Rebecca, who is a very smart cookie, especially when it comes to the nine times tables - she has her own secret formula for that, which is too complex for us to understand - unless she puts dollar signs in front of it, which helps Linda's brain get into gear.
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Family
Celebrating Spring
It's official - spring is here, and although we're very pleased to see the sun and feel a bit of warmth, we know what spring really means - soon it will be getting hot and the scenery will be turning brown again. Here in rural South Australia, we have about seven months of brown every year, and to help us cope, we call it the Golden Season, not that it helps much.
Anyway, to celebrate spring, here's the last shot of Winsome Ridge in the winter, taken on a recent green and misty morning. Goodbye green...
Anyway, to celebrate spring, here's the last shot of Winsome Ridge in the winter, taken on a recent green and misty morning. Goodbye green...
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Local News
A Jolly Olde Blast from the Past
In April 2001, we had a sheep rustling problem...
Sheep Rustlers Caught in the Act
A gang of dreadful amateurs were caught on camera rustling a particularly stupid sheep from a property near Winsome Ridge. The leader of the gang, Roly the Dog, was the only one with any idea of how to rustle a sheep, and without his expertise the whole operation would have been a complete shambles.
Staff Photographer Cynthia Bodice managed to get a few shots of the culprits from her hiding place under their ttruck before she was run over and airlifted to hospital. The gang remains at large.
Sheep Rustlers Caught in the Act
A gang of dreadful amateurs were caught on camera rustling a particularly stupid sheep from a property near Winsome Ridge. The leader of the gang, Roly the Dog, was the only one with any idea of how to rustle a sheep, and without his expertise the whole operation would have been a complete shambles.
Staff Photographer Cynthia Bodice managed to get a few shots of the culprits from her hiding place under their ttruck before she was run over and airlifted to hospital. The gang remains at large.
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Animals,
Blasts from the Past
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
The Bumpkins get the Sniffles
Tony woke up with a sore throat one day, and a snotty nose, and assumed he was deathly ill. He gargled with salt water and swallowed
lots of honey, but that didn't help. Looking on the internet for a cure didn't help one little bit either. In fact, some of the suggested remedies put him to paroxysms of
rage and made him feel even worse. Especially the one from a rampant Christian Scientist who said there is
no such thing as a blocked up nose that dribbles snot constantly, or a throat
that feels like sandpaper; it’s all in the mind. Stupid jerk.
After a couple of days of suffering and sniffling, he went to see the doctor, who said he had strep throat, and prescribed some antibiotics. But as soon as he got home and took one of the pills, he remembered that he's allergic to them, and lived in dread of an outbreak of hives for the next few hours. The next day, he saw the doctor again and got a different prescription. Just when he was wondering what to do with the first pills, Linda announced that she had a sore throat, and almost immediately started coughing and sniffling. So she started taking the first batch of pills, and joined Tony in his misery.
That night Linda couldn't sleep for coughing, and Tony had only been asleep for ten minutes when Linda woke him up and told him he was snoring. Of course he denied it, rolled over and started snoring again. But after being elbowed a few more times, he moved to the spare room where a small mattress is hidden to help with such emergencies. As soon as he lay on the mattress and tucked himself in, the smoke alarm went off, so both of us rushed around the house looking for the blaze, but there wasn’t one. So we deduced it was a spider that set it off.
At midnight the cat
woke Tony up by hammering on the cat flap, and continued do so for at least an hour. Although
she's been using the cat flap all her life, she still hasn’t quite got the
hang of opening it, especially late at night when people are trying to sleep. So eventually Tony got up and let Pepper in. She
ate four 'cat munchies' the size of a pea and then immediately needed
assistance going outside again. Tony went back to the spare room, turned out
the light, couldn’t see a thing and banged his head
on the piano as he crawled around on the floor looking for the mattress. After an hour another spider ran across the the smoke
alarm and set it off again.
At that point, Tony gave up on the idea of getting some sleep, and got up and booted up the computer to read the news. But the news was all about the refugees in Europe - too depressing. Would this night never end?
We spent the next three days feeling sorry for ourselves, not doing any work at all and drinking lots of medicinal brandy. We're better now, which is great, except that we have no excuse to drink brandy, and have to get back to boring crap like housework and lawn mowing. And when Linda went outside for the first time in days, the verandah steps collapsed under her, throwing her onto the lawn in a most unladylike manner. While she was lying there, she spotted something strange in the gum tree, which turned out to be a nest of disgusting Spitfire Wasp grubs. Sometimes life can be so tasteless.
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This is how both of Tony's legs looked the last time he had penicillin |
That night Linda couldn't sleep for coughing, and Tony had only been asleep for ten minutes when Linda woke him up and told him he was snoring. Of course he denied it, rolled over and started snoring again. But after being elbowed a few more times, he moved to the spare room where a small mattress is hidden to help with such emergencies. As soon as he lay on the mattress and tucked himself in, the smoke alarm went off, so both of us rushed around the house looking for the blaze, but there wasn’t one. So we deduced it was a spider that set it off.
How does thing work again??? |
At that point, Tony gave up on the idea of getting some sleep, and got up and booted up the computer to read the news. But the news was all about the refugees in Europe - too depressing. Would this night never end?
We spent the next three days feeling sorry for ourselves, not doing any work at all and drinking lots of medicinal brandy. We're better now, which is great, except that we have no excuse to drink brandy, and have to get back to boring crap like housework and lawn mowing. And when Linda went outside for the first time in days, the verandah steps collapsed under her, throwing her onto the lawn in a most unladylike manner. While she was lying there, she spotted something strange in the gum tree, which turned out to be a nest of disgusting Spitfire Wasp grubs. Sometimes life can be so tasteless.
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Bumpkins
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
"I'm Sticking with the PM... Whoever he is"
There's joy and relief at Winsome Ridge today, now that Captain Gorilla Clownshoes, sorry we meant to say the Prime Minister, IS NO LONGER THE PRIME MINISTER! He was tossed out of his office last night by none other than Helpful Malcolm, who was formerly the minister in charge of making sure Australia never gets a proper broadband network. Although we certainly don't think Malcolm will be the saviour of the country, we've known for the last two years that anybody, including the neighbour's dead dog, would make a better PM than Captain Clownshoes. So we're hopeful that things will start looking up.
Yesterday's dramatic events at Parliament House started when Malcolm challenged for the PM's job, and ended in the evening when the Liberal party members voted on it and Malcolm won. But in the meantime, the Deputy Leader of the Party, Julie Bishop, provided some insight into her character. We've always considered her to be a totally self-interested opportunist, who will swear undying loyalty to whoever she thinks can help further her own ends, and yesterday she didn't let us down.
Here she is, early in the day, before Malcolm made his intentions known, having a warm and fuzzy moment with Clownshoes, to whom she's always been the most loyal of deputies.
Later that day, when Julie learned that Malcolm would challenge for the leadership, she immediately jumped ship and joined Malcolm in telling Clownshoes that he's not fit to be PM. Later, the party voted to kick him out of the PM's office, but to keep Julie as Deputy Leader.
Here she is, after the vote, side by side with her new Captain, to whom she'll be unswervingly loyal, until it suits her to be loyal to someone else. Isn't that an interesting look? One could almost believe that she and Malcolm had cooked the whole thing up together and had been conspiring against Clownshoes for who knows how long...
Yesterday's dramatic events at Parliament House started when Malcolm challenged for the PM's job, and ended in the evening when the Liberal party members voted on it and Malcolm won. But in the meantime, the Deputy Leader of the Party, Julie Bishop, provided some insight into her character. We've always considered her to be a totally self-interested opportunist, who will swear undying loyalty to whoever she thinks can help further her own ends, and yesterday she didn't let us down.
Here she is, early in the day, before Malcolm made his intentions known, having a warm and fuzzy moment with Clownshoes, to whom she's always been the most loyal of deputies.
Later that day, when Julie learned that Malcolm would challenge for the leadership, she immediately jumped ship and joined Malcolm in telling Clownshoes that he's not fit to be PM. Later, the party voted to kick him out of the PM's office, but to keep Julie as Deputy Leader.
Here she is, after the vote, side by side with her new Captain, to whom she'll be unswervingly loyal, until it suits her to be loyal to someone else. Isn't that an interesting look? One could almost believe that she and Malcolm had cooked the whole thing up together and had been conspiring against Clownshoes for who knows how long...
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Politics
Monday, 14 September 2015
Are Sheep Stupid?
Before we left the suburbs and moved to Gum Tree Gully, we had never
given sheep a thought. Now, having lived with them for 18 years, we're still not sure how stupid they are. They
must have brains, but do they actually use them?
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Baby Peter bonds with Tony |
As long as sheep have a leader, they're excused from
thinking for themselves; they can just merrily follow the leader, and in a flock as small as ours - just 5 sheep - there's rarely any sign of dissent. But how do they know who the leader is? We haven't been able to figure out exactly how the
leader is selected. Then again, perhaps there isn’t really a leader - maybe it's just that Peter is the only one who thinks about going somewhere other than 'here', and the others follow just because... they're sheep. Perhaps their society is in perpetual chaos like humans, and that's why they're sometimes seen running around in circles for no apparent reason, and occasionally head-butting each other.
We have three paddocks, and whichever one they're in at any given time, they always want to be in a different one. Open a gate, and sheep will go through it. Shut the gate, and they want to go back through it the other way. Maybe going through gates is some kind of really fun game for them. If so, they must be incredibly bored, which is no surprise, as all they do is eat grass and sleep. How boring can life get? That's one reason why we go out and say hello to them often, pat their heads and give them little treats - to give them a bit of interest in life.
We have a few trees that overhang a fence into one of the paddocks, and when the grass is sparse, the sheep stand on their hind legs, leaning on the fence, to get at the trees. This of course, does wonders for the fence, not. Sheep are very heavy! So we try to discourage them, by keeping those branches cut back - but when we throw a whole branch of nice juicy leaves into the paddock for them, they don't want to eat that, they want something else, on some other tree.
In the summer, when the grass has all dried up, we have to give them hay every day. If we give them one big lump of hay, they fight over it, so we tried breaking it up into five smaller lumps and spreading them out - but they still fight over it, all wanting to eat from the same lump.
Of our five sheep, one stands out as the stupidest, or perhaps the smartest - that's Maisie, who is also the oldest. We've had her for nearly 10 years, but she still hasn't learned that we don't want to hurt her. She sees the other sheep come eagerly to us for cuddles and treats, but she still thinks it's best not to trust us. Then again, maybe she's the only one who's clever enough to know that one of these days it'll be shearing time again, and when they come eagerly to us on that day, they'll be locked in a little pen and assaulted by a man with big scissors. They hate that.
We have three paddocks, and whichever one they're in at any given time, they always want to be in a different one. Open a gate, and sheep will go through it. Shut the gate, and they want to go back through it the other way. Maybe going through gates is some kind of really fun game for them. If so, they must be incredibly bored, which is no surprise, as all they do is eat grass and sleep. How boring can life get? That's one reason why we go out and say hello to them often, pat their heads and give them little treats - to give them a bit of interest in life.
Big Peter loves to ruin the fences |
In the summer, when the grass has all dried up, we have to give them hay every day. If we give them one big lump of hay, they fight over it, so we tried breaking it up into five smaller lumps and spreading them out - but they still fight over it, all wanting to eat from the same lump.
Of our five sheep, one stands out as the stupidest, or perhaps the smartest - that's Maisie, who is also the oldest. We've had her for nearly 10 years, but she still hasn't learned that we don't want to hurt her. She sees the other sheep come eagerly to us for cuddles and treats, but she still thinks it's best not to trust us. Then again, maybe she's the only one who's clever enough to know that one of these days it'll be shearing time again, and when they come eagerly to us on that day, they'll be locked in a little pen and assaulted by a man with big scissors. They hate that.
We don’t really care if our sheep are stupid or not; we're very fond of them - even Maisie. Myrtle is especially lovable with her big beautiful eyes and long lashes, which she knows how to flirt with. Charlie and Riley are a couple of cute bouncy boys who don't seem to want to grow up. And it’s not Peter's fault that he tends to run
us down, like an out of control truck - he's just glad to see us. And we're glad to see him too.
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Animals
Thursday, 10 September 2015
Some of our Favourite People are Sheep
We know you're not supposed to have favourites amongst your children or sheep, but how can you help it when one of the little dears is just so lovable she makes your eyes water?
We've had quite a few sheep over the last 18 years, and our favourite from day one was always Oscar, the lovable, yet very cool, black sheep with the loping walk like Barack Obama. Oscar was always good for a cuddle (although he occasionally showed his deep fondness for Linda by head-butting her in the thigh). He didn't take any crap from other sheep, as he never really believed he was a sheep, and was always a little aloof from the crowd. He lived to a good old age for a sheep, but we had to say goodbye to him last year, which left a void in our flock, and our affections.
Lately, another contender for a special place in our hearts has arisen, and her name is Myrtle. She came to us as a young pup a year or so ago, along with her friend Riley. Right from the start, she showed herself to be an affectionate girl, and as time went on, she became firmly bonded to us. Now, it's impossible for either of us to go into the paddocks without being followed around and nuzzled by Myrtle. What can we do - give in, of course, and nuzzle her back!
We've had quite a few sheep over the last 18 years, and our favourite from day one was always Oscar, the lovable, yet very cool, black sheep with the loping walk like Barack Obama. Oscar was always good for a cuddle (although he occasionally showed his deep fondness for Linda by head-butting her in the thigh). He didn't take any crap from other sheep, as he never really believed he was a sheep, and was always a little aloof from the crowd. He lived to a good old age for a sheep, but we had to say goodbye to him last year, which left a void in our flock, and our affections.
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Back in 2001, Linda and Oscar commune in lovely summer surroundings. |
Lately, another contender for a special place in our hearts has arisen, and her name is Myrtle. She came to us as a young pup a year or so ago, along with her friend Riley. Right from the start, she showed herself to be an affectionate girl, and as time went on, she became firmly bonded to us. Now, it's impossible for either of us to go into the paddocks without being followed around and nuzzled by Myrtle. What can we do - give in, of course, and nuzzle her back!
Whenever Tony goes into a paddock to check the fences, right away Myrtle wants some attention. Peter and Riley might want some too, but they're no match for Myrtle. |
Myrtle gets her way. |
Riley takes the lead while Tony continues along the fence line, with Myrtle's face in his hand. Peter looks on jealously. |
Saturday, 5 September 2015
Cynthia Bodice Investigates


Mrs Henry Fiddle-Stick of Cowpat Rd reports that since her husband starting getting old last month, he seems to be forgetting things, mainly to do with zippers. One day he emerged from the toilet with his zip not quite done up, the next day it was half open, and pretty soon there was nothing left to the imagination. She worries about what will happen next, and wonders if she should make him one of those smocks that country folk used to wear, just in case one day he forgets to put his pants on and frightens the sheep.
Naked Juggling Proves Hazardous
A 27 year old man of no fixed abode was rushed to Mt Puddin Hospital in a critical condition after police found him nude and unconscious beneath a tree in Dingley, with four oranges and a partly eaten apple. Police speculate that he fell out of the tree while trying to juggle the oranges while naked and eating the apple, for the amusement of his imaginary friends.
Crumbs! It's the Collector of the Year Award
This year the Gumtree Gully Collector of the Year award goes to Gargantua Frenzy, housewife of the village of Limpness. Gargantua collects crumbs, and always carries a dustpan and broom wherever she goes, in case somebody drops some. "I've got all kinds of crumbs," she says, "cake crumbs, cookies, toast - toast is great for crumbs! Sometimes I make toast and then smash it, just for the crumbs." Gargantua has two spare bedrooms and a large garden shed full of her crumb collection, and her husband has left her. Last year's winner, Ziggy Prank of Toomankan, who has a collection of 239 cars with no engines, said he greatly admires Gargantua's work.
Cashews Deemed Dangerous for Older Folks
Enormous Bra Found in Miller's Bend
An enormous bra was found just outside the deli in Miller's Bend last Saturday evening. The off white 62EEE bra with contoured cups and reinforced hooks was discovered at approximately 11:30pm by a pair of Mt Puddin Community College students. One of the students, with blue hair and a chain going from his ear to his lip, said 'Hey man and that, Kirsty and me were coming back from a rock concert in the big smoke, when hey man, I said to K, what's that, dude, cool, it looks like some humungus bra, we'd better tell the pigs, man'. Mt Puddin police say they have few leads in the case. 'Unfortunately we have more questions than answers,' said Sergeant Dirk Doofus. 'Where did this bra come from, who does it belong to, how did it get on to the street, and what sort of breasts would require a bra of this magnitude?' Police are currently looking for leads at laundromats and have provided local shops and the media with sketches of the underwear.
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Learning the Facts of Life
If you have grandchildren who don't want to talk about personal things with their parents, you might find yourself having 'that' talk with them about the facts of life. Recently, 15 year old Leigh explained everything to Granddad, who needed a few drinks to cope with it all.
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