Today, my lovelies. I promise.* As I mentioned briefly yesterday, Adam and I spent a good part of Sunday afternoon going through all 20-odd boxes of books we have in our garage in our Annual Book Cull. As I get older I get less precious with the occasional need to reduce our collection; I now…
It occurred to me the other day as we were cleaning out our garage of books – a saga which requires its own post at a later stage – that I haven’t yet shown any of my husband’s reading piles. This is his current mound to conquer; many are from the library. Here you can…
Keira trying out her (early) birthday present. Riley on his birthday present Throwing the frisbee – one of Adam’s favourite things to do. Keira climbing confidently. Me – nursing a slight hangover.
Again, on ANZAC Day, we will remember them and think of those still in service throughout the world today. Stay safe.
Last night I went into the city to the program launch of the Emerging Writers’ Festival and I have the immense pleasure to be able to tell you now that I will be hosting the below session. Here are the details: The Revolution Will Be Downloaded Saturday 30th May, 3pm Yarra Room, Melbourne Town Hall In this age of…
I’m feeling a bit poorly this week. I have a headache that refuses to budge and withstands all the codeine I can safely take. So instead of doing anything of much worth, I have been watching YouTube clips. Yes, fine, okay, Susan Boyle occasionally, but mostly clips from the 10th anniversary Les Miserables spectacular because I am…
“What shall we do this weekend?” “I don’t know. What say you?” “We could organise our linen cupboard. Now Johanna Griggs has showed us on Better Homes and Gardens how to fold our fitted sheets we have no excuse for it to be so unkempt. We can get everything all tucked up into the pillow…
Our chili bush is still going quite well. What Riley is holding may look like a green chili (or a red one picked before its time), but in fact it is a very sad capsicum. Ours don’t grow any larger than this before they shrivel up and die. Note Riley’s famous bottom lip; jutting out…
Yesterday afternoon I was lucky enough to be left alone for a few hours in order to work. This mostly involved collecting my thoughts and re-reading the notes and manuscripts of the novels I intend to set right to – hopefully – publication one day. In this time I sat happily at our kitchen table…
