Several months ago I went and got all my moles checked over at the skin cancer clinic. My chatty doctor waved at the scary machine in the corner and said, “We only get that out if we’re worried about a mole and we need to take a photo to make comparisons and for tests.” The other…
Kids playing Frisbee on the cricket oval (this cricket oval). Lateness of the post is due to the incredible windstorms we had yesterday which were quite devastating in my area. Luckily, we weren’t damaged; unfortunately, most of my neighbours can’t say the same.
We believe in assisted parenting, and for us that comes in the shape of a portable DVD player which we take in the car when we take longer trips. [I sometimes wonder if we are raising a generation of kids who are less and less aware of their bearings because instead of looking out the…
I think I am removed enough from my rather strict religious upbringing to celebrate a birthday party on our Holy Day (Good Friday) without worrying too much about the potential sacrilegious repercussions this might cause. To explain: Once upon a time I would’ve gone to mass, eaten all the correct foods and then settled in for…
A neighbour was insane kind enough to give the kids an Easter present this afternoon. Keep it! Keep it! she said in her thick Mediterranean accent. No eat until Sunday. So of course as soon as she left the driveway we tucked into that bad boy. Until Adam came along and confiscated it. Boo hiss! Then, as…
Remember I said recently that I am not hung up on material possessions? Hang on, I told a lie: I have this photograph (well, a reproduction) framed on my bedroom wall and if it ever broke I’d be reasonably heartbroken. I believe this photograph was taken in 1897, the year Bram Stoker first published Dracula. It is the the very…
We recently had old friends visit as they were passing through town on a road trip. And as you can tell from the pictures below, my friend B is a much better shot than I am.
“So how much do you want cut off him today?” the hairdresser asked me. Riley was seated between us, his hands lost beneath the black plastic cape she’d just wrapped around his neck. He would only stay still for so long. “I want it all off; get the shavers out. Give him a number four.”…
…is the fact I’m sitting here, after last night. Nothing dire, just throw in some blinding pain (mine) and a troublesome child (Keira). Ah – I see Riley’s just pulled out his willy from inside his nappy to wee all over the kitchen floor. Nice. Maybe I spoke too hastily yesterday? I will be back…
