Big W launched their annual toy sale online last week, to be followed in-store this coming Thursday (27th June). As part of their promotional campaign they released results from recent survey findings that were quirky enough to land spots on morning television to be discussed at length. Basically, 68% of parents like to play…
It’s taken Adam and I almost seventeen years to admit to ourselves that we have a book collecting problem. I almost typed ‘hoarding’, but don’t believe that’s quite right. How can books be hoarded? That’s like spitting in the eye of the knowledge and delights they provide to their lucky owners. Or would provide, if…
Towards the end of April we got a bowl of olives from the massive – and gorgeous – tree that borders our property and our neighbour’s. Those of you who follow me on Instagram will have already seen how they were prepared. This was the week when they were supposed to ready to eat. As the…
I’m quite embarrassed to admit this, but I still haven’t made a Will. I’ve mentioned this point a few times over the years and you’d think this might’ve been enough to spur me into action. Alas, no. It appears I’m not alone in this situation: statistics show that 55 per cent of Australian parents with…
[KAREN bounds into the room, full of energy.] Karen: So, hey, I have this idea for a post where we could write a couple of quiz questions, thus revealing how much (or little) we know about the other and will – hopefully – be reasonably amusing and entertaining to boot. [Hands over a pad and…
Tired. So very post-festival tired. More than last year, I think. I had grand plans of jumping back into writing/blogging (and I have a deadline, in fact), but instead I’ve been doing a fair bit of staring into the middle distance. Listening to upbeat music to push through the energy slump. I’ll be back to…
Photo by the amazing Fe Lumsdaine This photo was taken two months ago – hard to believe time has passed so quickly since – at the Digital Parent Conference in Sydney. When I spied it among the gallery of others on Flickr, I confess I thought to myself “Uh-oh. Sprung”. You see, I’m not paying…
Dance Shadowy, secretive. I see the shapes you make and patterns of light on the floor. I hear you breathing; heavier now you’ve been dancing for some time. I’m in the other room and tiptoe out to see if I can sneak a look. But I make a noise and am discovered. You turn around and plant…
