Maurice is dry witted writer who runs into an old friend one night in a rainstorm. Henry, a boring civil servant, has a problem. He believes his wife, Sarah, has taken a lover and is unsure what to do next. Maurice offers to hire a detective to follow her, but little does Henry realise that…
Last night was the bloggers meetup here in Melbourne and after umming-and-ahhing about whether to go or not for a week or so, I said, “Bugger it. I’m going.” So this entailed me spending the afternoon deciding what to wear whilst a sick little boy clung to my leg, and the other sick child, luckily,…
Note the snot! Yep – the cold weather is upon us now, dammit! Edited to add: Adam drew this picture. It is of Riley, not me…
Designing the book cover for our family history was relatively easy affair. There were really only two shots in the entire album of submissions that family members made that were: i) Appropriate ii) Of adequate digital sizing, so as not to be warped or skewed when enlarged. My talented friend put them together for me,…
Keira is becoming increasingly interested in where things come from. Especially food. So, at tea, whatever I get served up is immediately traced back to its (usually!) organic beginnings. But, then, the other night when we had chicken omelettes, I should’ve paused before thinking of making that combination: Keira: What’s this?Me: Chicken.Keira: Where do chickens…
Keira has an unusual technique when it comes to singing nursery rhymes to Riley. This involves getting right into his face, I mean centimetres away, and shouting at the top of her lungs: “Baa Baa Black Sheep….etc.etc”. Depending on his mood, Riley will react in one of two ways: 1) If he’s feeling ‘punchy’, he’ll…
Okay, so, I read in the papers last week that private schooling is climbing up to be as much as $20,000 per child per year in this country. This particular article was about how this is increasingly putting pressure on families and is being linked to causes of depression and divorce rates amongst parents. Yikes….
Yesterday, as if I had not enjoyed enough bounty, my uterus decided to give me a present I’d not received for 3 years, 10 months and 1 day. I got my period. I’d kind of expected it, but when it happened I was a little…stunned. I can’t help but be reminded of its (lack) of…
It’s 7.30am. Already I’ve: Had Keira say to me (completely unprompted) “Happy Mothers Day!” Seen Adam somehow mobilise himself out of bed (before the far more reasonable- and usual – time of 9am) with Riley and together they put a nice card into my hands. Been promised to get some “alone” time today while he…
