House Building..

We are building a house. It is a rather large undertaking - I am so proud of Timmy for having this dream. We don't really know what we are doing - Tim just speaks to his builder mates at each new phase and looks on the net to work out what he's meant to do - for the rest - we make it up on the way. The labour so far has only cost 8 crates of beer, 5 burgers, fish and chips.

Tim does much sighing, scowling and grunting...

So do I. I am learning all sorts of new skills - nailing, cutting, planing, sawing, screwing, insulating, measuring - I am really hard on myself when I don't get it perfect immediately or I get impatient with me when it is too heavy. Am I nuts or what treating myself like that! Thank goodness Tim tells me off when he catches me doing it..

This is the view at the moment..

You are standing in the sexy open plan lounge and kitchen

One day there will be a patio out there, hopefully a garden and vege patch, maybe some more houses

How to get hold of me

So you can picture it - this is the view from out kitchen window. I look out at it from the dining room table too - because this is such a small flat the dining room and lounge are both in the kitchen too..

Other than this site you can get me the following ways:

+500 21500 (Home)
+500 61072 (Mobile)

PO BOX 775
Stanley
Falkland Islands
FIQQ 1ZZ

(Parcels most welcome, especially if containing biltong. Shh.. don't tell Falklands Conservation)

+44 7765 013175 (When in UK or roaming - not working in Falklands)
+44 82 3897301 (as above - South African number)

Skype: drkimbok

drkimbok@yahoo.co.uk

Or if all else fails - Mom: +27 11 7926959

Dad's Family

Left: Me, Helen, Grandpa Lou in their garden near Port Sorrel, Tassie

Middle: Uncle Steve, Mandy, Mattie, Ben, Kim, Uncle Keith in Bicheno (Dad's brothers and nephews) on Farm on Denison River, 6km north of Bicheno, Tasmania

Right: Me and Granny Enid

Jack's missing (Gran's guy) cos he doesn't like photos of himself..

I stayed with these guys a few days before Christmas. They have a terrible drought going on and also massive bushfires raging. There was lots of anxiety about the fires coming so close to their houses with much activity and emergency planning going on. When you really get down to it - all that really needed to be saved from the houses if there was a fire was the people, the pets, the photos and Gran's paintings. All of the junk we collect as we move through this life, the junk that brings us a sense of order and control is an illusion and it's expendable. I guess that's all that's left of us when we die too - our people, animals, photos and creations.

Luckily the wind changed, there was 8mm of rain and the fire was narrowly diverted from their property.