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Heatwave
If they are trying to raise our levels of alert-ness to from ‘mildly alarmed’ to ‘out-and-out panicky’, they’re doing a really good job ( Read more... ) -
New Year's Eve 2012
Definitely the day for ruling the line under things, and making resolutions for the year ahead. There’s something wonderful in the idea of a fresh start: a sequence of summer, autumn, winter and spring days not yet blemished with down days, hard days, tragic days...and ripe with opportunity and hope, and the promise of the brilliance and wonder ( Read more... ) -
Well, I’m back.
And I saw them.
Unbelievable for many reasons. This whole trip was so out-of-the-blue: I’d never, ever thought I’d be anywhere near NZ ever again, let alone in Wellington, let alone on the same day as the premiere of any movie, let alone the premiere of The HobbitAnd yet here I was on Wednesday morning (28 November). I’d successfully fulfilled my ( Read more... ) -
‘Crossing the ditch’. New Zealand Day 1
Why is it that every travel adventure of mine starts at unearthly hours in the morning ( Read more... ) -
An Unexpected Journey
What event could be explosive enough to have me turn my back on my (albeit inadvertent) retirement from blogging, have me running from my house with my bag barely packed, have me feeling for the first time in years that, yes, I think I am ready for another adventure...
Oh, there have been things to write about, things to ponder, to try and work out ( Read more... ) -
Honour thy mother
It was Mother’s Day yesterday, so J and I went up to see Mum ( Read more... ) -
The thing about fridges...
The thing about fridges is that, of all electrical appliances you have in your home, they’re the most urgent to replace once they break down. Washing machines - there’s the laundromat; irons - looking crumpled might be taken as a fashion statement; electric kettles - you can boil water on the stove until you have a chance to duck out to the shops. ( Read more... ) -
Paranoid Android
I think I may have been watching too many episodes of ‘Spooks’, but sometimes I wonder just how much ‘They’ know about me, and how easy it would be to plot me on a grid somewhere. How much of a trail am I leaving behind me with each movement that I make?
It’s not as if I’m feeling watched, per se, in the ‘we have got you under surveillance’ kind ( Read more... ) -
“Our home is not the same”
There seemed to have been a baby born in just about every far western town in NSW: Brewarrina, Dubbo, Parkes - symptoms of a hard life, travelling to where the work was, and a slow and relentless drift towards the Big Smoke. To Sydney, in the early 30s, where the O’Neale family, parents and their six children, made their home at 81 Renwick St ( Read more... ) -
One hundred years
I think I’ve watched just about every dramatic depiction of the sinking of the Titanic ever produced. So I couldn’t miss this newest one. (Though I do agree with the ‘Drownton Abbey’ tag.) It started tonight, and so far I’m just acquainting myself with the characters, and trying to sort the real from the imagined. There are rather a lot of them (of ( Read more... )