“Hi!” says a boy, running up to me in an indoor play centre on the weekend. “Hi!” says I. “My mum has a baby in her belly.” “That’s fantastic news. You’re going to be a big brother.” “My mum’s already had three babies die in her belly,” says the boy, unfazed. “Oh.” God, what can…
The ‘great idea’ I had was this: There is a proliferation of awards floating around the bloggersphere. Good ones; warranted ones. But is there a book of these available? Do “Best Blog Posts – 2006” (for example) exist, much like, say, this book? I haven’t seen any, but then again, there’s not much of a…
Since I’ve been sick and have had to take to my bed for the past few days, I’ve come to discover something about myself: that is, though I am ill, even during that time, I am pretty much the same control freak as I ever am. That said, I kind of have to be. Otherwise,…
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…
