Love is a child’s dance and a teething rusk

It’s lunchtime. Riley is sitting happily in the highchair, for once, gnawing his way through a teething rusk. Hi-5 music is playing in the background and when the synthesised melody of Keira’s favourite song “L-O-V-E” comes on she hops off her chair and, like an obedient automaton, begins to do the accompanying actions. I stare…

Exercising my right as a consumer

Dear Elle Macpherson Look, I’m wearing your bra! I have to say, first, that it truly is a fabulous bra. Best breastfeeding one there is, as far as I’m concerned. Pricey, yes, but I’m still wearing the original one I had when I was pregnant with Keira. It’s being held together at the back with…

The days when you feel like lying underneath a train

Before you panic, don’t worry, because due to the public transport crisis in Melbourne at the moment, it seems 90% of the trains are stationary and not looking like moving much in the near future, and so no harm would befall me if I lay across the sleepers. Which brings us to the start of…