30 today

This plucky, red-haired, 6pd 12 oz baby (photo taken several months after birth, right before her Christening) just turned 30. I have left my 20s behind, for good; while this makes me sad in certain respects, I am actually not as depressed about it as I thought I would be. Six months ago, I was…

Not so much of a balanced diet – and I don’t really care

Whenever I am about to go on holidays, I always pack a good amount of self-deceit. For instance, before I left Melbourne, I promised myself I would go for a soul-cleansing walk each day; that nothing but healthy, country fare would pass my lips so by the time for the beach came, I would look…

Blog post sobriquets for our holiday thus far

How many things can my son break in my parents’ house? (Answer – Three: a telescope, a vase, and a camera) How many mosquito bites can my daughter collect on her body? (Answer: twenty-seven) How many ‘books’ can I read in a week? (Answer: three, but two are poetry collections by Phillip Larkin and David Malouf)