Fandango’s Flashback Friday: 18 November

Tonight, for Fandango’s challenge I rode the Wayback Machine to 2014, my second year of blogging, to find a post written on 18 November. It was Share Your World Day; yes, I have been doing it that long. I have edited the post for spelling, grammar and formatting errors but the text is as I wrote it.

Share Your World – 2014- Week 46

On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep? 

I used to be able to sleep anywhere but as I’ve grown older, I’ve become a bit fussier.  I don’t need to stay in a 5-star hotel although I would quite like to, just to see what it’s like, but I do have some basic requirements. We have stayed at Youth Hostels, really cheap hotels and slept on the seats in train carriages in our younger days. I still like the idea of Youth Hostels but I don’t really want to share my room with strangers any more. Now I really prefer an en suite bathroom to going down the hall to a shared one.

I need to have tea and coffee-making facilities in the room and a mini fridge if I’m staying more than a night or two so that I can buy drinks and snacks at the supermarket rather than using room service or expensive cafes. If I’m going away in warm weather there must be air conditioning; in cold weather heating, or at least an electric blanket on the bed.  Those are my basic requirements. For longer stays I would really like free wi-fi too but it doesn’t have to be in the room although I’d prefer that. If Hubby is along on the trip, we need to have a power point convenient to the bed for his CPAP machine.  I also like to have a washing machine either in the room or nearby because that man goes through clothes like nobody’s business.

The other necessities for Hubby would be either a ground floor room or an elevator and a convenient parking spot nearby.

My hotel in Launceston last summer.
My hotel in Launceston last summer.

Music or silence while working?

When I was young, I had music on pretty much all the time when I was at home. I couldn’t control whether there was music at work as much but people often brought radios or recorded music to play while we worked when I was in the railways. These days at home Hubby has the TV on most of the day so although I still like to listen to music sometimes, I don’t always want sound in the background. I do like music when I’m travelling though. The main time that I listen to my favourite songs is usually when I’m on a bus.

If you were to move and your home came fully furnished with everything you ever wanted, list at least three things from your old house you wish to retain?

I’m so sentimental and such a hoarder that picking just three things would be difficult. I won’t count Hubby and the pets because they are not things and of course they are coming. Of my personal belongings I’d need my back up hard drive, I’m getting a new computer as part of the deal, aren’t I? I need all my photo albums, boxes of slides and memory cards. I’d take the “family brass” collection of brass ornaments that my grandmother bought in Egypt and India. In fact, we had better include all the “knick knacks” as one item because I can’t leave them behind. Last but by no means least I need my dolls.

Fashion Doll Collection
Fashion Doll Collection

What’s your least favorite mode of transportation?

Like most of us I think I’d have to say planes. I’m not a huge fan of buses either but when it comes to making people uncomfortable airlines take the biscuit. It’s hard to get to your seat, hard to put your luggage in the overhead bin, and if you have seat companions your personal space is very restricted. Then when you have managed to arrange yourself in semi comfort the person in front of you puts his or her seat back.

image jet
This one was advertising the band Powderfinger

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

“Last Vintage” at Elizabeth St Pier, Hobart

Last week I went to the Hobart Christmas Pageant and afterwards had lunch on the waterfront with my friends Allyson and Matt. Later at the shops I found some knitting needles I’d been looking for.

This week will be a quiet one and I’m mostly looking forward to getting on with some more doll knitting projects now that I have my tiny needles. I am also hoping that Australia beats South Africa at cricket. 🙂

*Notes from future me:

Free Wi Fi is now a necessity when I travel. How else am I going to keep blogging?

As to the last question about moving I did bring all that stuff with me. I told you I couldn’t manage without any of it.




I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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