Following on from yesterday… “Mr Squiggle show is funny. with Miss Jane Gus the snail and Bill the steam shovel. Gus the snail is cheeky. He wants to be the boss of all Australia.” Now this about the best photo I can get of Gus the bossy, self-centred snail who (I suspect) Corey Worthington derived…
Moving on from last week’s scathing rant against boring public speakers here we have my favourite televisions shows from the 1980s (again, still haven’t put a thumb on it but I think we’re in ’87 or ’88. Maybe ’86?) In my opinion Voltron, Its a Knockout, Mr Squiggle and Playmates were the best. The first…
While I fear it would be disastrously premature to announce anything just yet, let me tease you all just a little bit by saying that soon – if things go to plan – life will be getting very busy. Exciting, challenging, and meaningful. I’ll tell you when I can. {NO I am not pregnant. A…
Right – so this has been a hard week. Breath a sigh of relief, folks. I won’t be talking about it anymore. I got what I needed to off my chest. Today, I thought I’d bring the fun back in. To introduce the piece, here’s my author biography from this year’s Emerging Writers’ Festival: “My first…
I was anxious, even as a child. Especially as a child. Nights were the worst. I could not – and still cannot – sleep without a light on somewhere in the house, except when my husband is next to me, and even then I still prefer one on. When little, if I woke in the…
Dad and me. Still at the hospital after I was born You would’ve turned 60 today. But six months ago you died. Six months tomorrow. I have your birthday card here. I stockpile them during the Christmas sales for the people I need to remember for the year ahead. It is one of my usual sort of…
The evening before we left my parents house to return home at Christmas, my father said to Keira, “I think I’m going to cry when you leave.” My mother told me this just before we drove off in the car, and I watched for his tears, waited for them, but he kept his composure. Saying…
Yesterday, as I was ironing, I looked over to Playschool as they were making a duck and I saw it and thought, “That’s not a duck! That’s the Twitter bird!” So, like a good little blogger, I look a picture and uploaded it straight away to Twitpic/Twitter with the comment: “Is it me, or were…
