I love how a New Year brings so much hope. I'm all tucked up in bed when hubby messages me an interesting article. No, he's not away from home or up late watching TV or returning from a night out. He's tucked up also - downstairs. We've gone all Blondie and Dagwood in pursuit of … Continue reading I Am A Veritable Sloth
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An Unofficial Official Cry For Help
Even if you're not into resolutions, I think we all like to make promises to ourselves around New Year. It's a time of promise - new starts for all! The time of year that gyms relish, almond milk sales soar and the 2kg kettle bell you bought in Aldi gets pulled out from under the … Continue reading An Unofficial Official Cry For Help
Dogs Make A Special Impression
Our dog Rocco died. When I say our dog, I mean Alan's dog. Because a dog only truly ever has one master. I met Rocco the first time I met Alan, when he bounded out of the house to meet me. He gave me the impression he approved of me. But then, Rocco was the … Continue reading Dogs Make A Special Impression
We Should All Be Feminists
I was driving into my local town recently, minding my own bee's wax. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing after (play)school (drop-off). You know the way. Anyhoo, I passed a 'Men At Work' sign and it sparked immediate outrage. I mean immediate. Outrage that an extremely sexist road sign was here, on my turf, being offensive to … Continue reading We Should All Be Feminists
The Dignity of Work
Is there anyone more important than the one who serves you a hot coffee, with a smile and one of those divine teeny-tiny buttery biscuits on the side? Or the clued-in shop assistant who jumps on the free till because they can see you're weighed down and weighing up the merits of continuing to wait. … Continue reading The Dignity of Work
Getting The Hang Of This
I've just had a long conversation with Ranger Rob (aka, my four-year old in full method-acting character mode) and I'm losing my mind. These two things aren't necessarily linked either - Rob is just a bit-player in the drama that is my disintegrating brain. This isn't the worst it's been and I know it will come … Continue reading Getting The Hang Of This
Size Matters More Than It Should
I'm relatively tall. Relatively. Not the tallest in my class at school, but tall enough that I caused jaws to (literally) drop while once visiting China. Or maybe it was the freckles. No, it was definitely the height. The locals would kindly shout at me in English that I was 'very, very tall' and even … Continue reading Size Matters More Than It Should
Keep Smelling The Roses
Did you know that June is the month for roses? Yup. If you look out for them, you'll see them everywhere. Blooming. Showing off. Being wonderful. It's this time of year, every year, that I remind myself I must plant a rose bush - they're just so bloody gorgeous. So queue some mild self-loathing (just … Continue reading Keep Smelling The Roses
I’m Voting Yes
Are you familiar with that conversation where you discuss what mega star / demigod you might invite along to a dinner party? You know, Muhammad Ali, Mahatma Gandhi and Oprah all back to mine for vol au vents and spag bol? (Nightmare). Well, it was had amongst a small gang of us out to dinner … Continue reading I’m Voting Yes
This Constant, Lingering Sense of Grief
The small fella needed to renew his passport. A true sign of the times when you're not even four and you're already on your second piece of international documentation. The photos made for a fun comparison - our little man, more 'himself' now with his curly head and emerging freckles and still-little nose. Much less … Continue reading This Constant, Lingering Sense of Grief
