Bentley likes food.  So much so I have to watch him so he doesn't eat all of his sister Charlie's food. It's at the point where if I want to have a bath at dinner time, I have to put her food in the bathroom too, otherwise she'll leave halfway through and he'll hoover it up. It's a routine. What's also routine is Bentley trying it on. Seeing if I'm not paying attention. Tonight was no different ad this is what he does... Prime position for if I let my guard down.  In just the

Summer Australia. Everyone flocks to the beach. Sometimes you get lucky with the coins, sometimes you don't. On occasion, you get lucky with the coins, but they're of no use to you because they're foreign. Can't buy ice cream with foreign coins! It never ceases to amaze me the things I find that I consider trash. All these sachets are full - I dig them up because a) they ring up in the gold range and you just never know... and b) even if they're not gold, I know it's bette

Clearly the only option a person has when their other half has other commitments is to go metal detecting. So when I was faced with this exact situation, that's exactly what I did. I headed back to a town I've been to before. It's the same town I found the cricket belt buckle and 1800s coins. The targets were not plentiful but the weather was nice and so the day was enjoyable. I managed to find a penny (albeit pretty toasted), a gold plated earring, a pocket watch and few