If there’s such a thing as Coffee Snobs Anonymous (CSA), then sign up my husband

We drink coffee. We can’t help it, we live in Melbourne. Our car washes have cafes. Our hairdressers are frothing the cappuccinos out the back as they’re mixing up our hair dyes. There’s a cafe on every corner, almost. Especially in the city. We’re so picky, if a cafe’s chosen or preferred brand to use…

How technology – or the lack of it – thwarted both this post and my weekend

First, it was my blog crashing. Then I decided I’d hunt out our old Nikon digital camera – one I’m glad we kept since our Kodak is kaput. This Nikon was bought two weeks before our wedding in 2002, so now bears more than a passing resemblance to a toaster. Fittingly, it’s 512mb memory card…

No apologies, only anachronisms

I am an unabashed peddler for the Sandman – sleep, sweet sleep, for my children is all I can ask for, or want, at the end of a long day. A day full of the typical games of youth; of cubbyhouses and tea-parties, preschool and television time. Sheet tents erected in the lounge room; the putty-ish smell…