It’s been six happy years of wedded bliss. Eleven and a half together. The time is flying by. Love you, xx
This is the view of our holiday unit on the first day we arrived at the beach. This is pretty much what it has looked like ever since. But never mind, we’ve taken advantage of the brief periods of sunshine in between. Down at the shore, Keira ‘surfs’ on the boogie board (with dad holding…
This is a photo of the washing machine in our holiday unit. As I was putting a load in the other day, I looked at it for a full…oh, I’d say fifteen seconds and this ran through my head: “600 MB? What would a washing machine need that much memory for? I don’t think it…
Keira’s writing is getting excellent. I’m pretty sure you’ll all be able to make out her words on the paper…
Keira: Why are you wearing dad’s boxer shorts around the house? Me: Because mine aren’t fitting very well at the moment. Keira: Why? Riley: Why? (Oh, yes, he’s hit the ‘why?’ stage. Asks it every other minute) Me: Because they’re a bit tight. Keira: Did they shrink in the wash? Me: No. (I wish) Keira:…
This plucky, red-haired, 6pd 12 oz baby (photo taken several months after birth, right before her Christening) just turned 30. I have left my 20s behind, for good; while this makes me sad in certain respects, I am actually not as depressed about it as I thought I would be. Six months ago, I was…
Whenever I am about to go on holidays, I always pack a good amount of self-deceit. For instance, before I left Melbourne, I promised myself I would go for a soul-cleansing walk each day; that nothing but healthy, country fare would pass my lips so by the time for the beach came, I would look…
How many things can my son break in my parents’ house? (Answer – Three: a telescope, a vase, and a camera) How many mosquito bites can my daughter collect on her body? (Answer: twenty-seven) How many ‘books’ can I read in a week? (Answer: three, but two are poetry collections by Phillip Larkin and David Malouf)
First published June 5th, 2008 The sheets crumple more in winter, I feel. Our bodies sweat as they adjust to the heavier blankets. Sleep may not be as agitated as it is in the Summer, but it is as least as disturbed. Instead of the heat, one of us is invariably suffering from some sort of…
