BUT YOU WERE JUST HERE

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“It’s a long way to Tipperary, It’s a long way to go. It’s a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It’s a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there.” No one sings this song anymore. And Pooh bear is turning 90.  That’s outrageous. It was only the other day he was ‘now-we-are-six.’.  My smallest just turned 7. Yesterday she […]

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An Idiot’s Guide to Vietnam

Two weeks in Vietnam as a tourist with three children is not enough to properly get to know a country. But I’ve done my best not to treat it as just another place in which to lie on a beach and warm my bones after a long Tasmanian winter. Let’s be honest though, in the last two weeks I’ve lounged up there with the best of them. I’ve looked at […]

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Ah Holidays

Cop that Hobart road grumblers (me included).

Our annual holiday started in all the best ways. Work completed in time, house sorted, everything packed in advance (well in advance since I got the departure day muddled up and we ended up with an extra day at home. This was an unexpected bonus for my garden because I spent the day getting the mulching finished and feeding all the plants sea-sol as a little extra Spring boost. I’ve […]

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SAD

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“Now is the winter of our discontent…” – William Shakespeare. Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is not (as I thought) just being fed up with Winter. It’s an actual thing, associated with clinical depressive disorders and described by the Mayo Clinic as a feeling of moodiness and a sapping of energy. Could there be other associated sypmtoms? Such as fantasizing about running away to the Seychelles and changing your name? Or […]

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The Rushing Years

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I know I have already mentioned the fact that I have re-entered the workforce. But I just glossed over it last time I think without being nearly smug enough. I mean I might as well be a poster girl for The Woman Who Can Have It All. Gainful, enjoyable employment, children, marriage, a house in the country – look at me, living the dream. Except that the country house is our […]

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THE LITTLE PICTURES

Sonia Kruger said it, we’re all afraid. There are really horrific, crappy things happening all over the world every day. Terrorism, domestic violence, brainwashing, racism, intolerance, animal cruelty, child neglect, elder abuse, sexism, Donald Trump. And so on. She also said some other stuff that I’m not going to repeat here because it is not kind, not kind at all. And kind is what we need to be. In fact […]

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RESTAURANT REVIEW – Pizza Hut

So maybe you thought Pizza Hut had disappeared with Roxette and 1927 (the band, not the year). Well it didn’t. My local Pizza Hut has been in the same spot, wearing the same 80s red brick outfit and opening the same doors ever since I was wearing a ra-ra skirt with a wide elastic belt. Back then, the highlight for me was the great big swinging plastic balls of ginger […]

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Sue the Cow, a Song

While the boys were out we wrote a song. Actually we wrote two songs. One is called “My Dog Is Like A Unicorn” and was mostly written by Bess. This one is called, “Sue The Cow”. I didn’t mean for this to become a protest post of any sort, nor did we set out to write a profoundly moooving activist song, but in light of the dairy crisis and our contracted […]

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Contains Curmudgeonly Rant

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I am worried. I mean I’m always slightly worried, because I’m a mother and worrying is my job. But lately there’s been greater cause for concern and worry. I hate to worry. It seems pointless because the things I worry about are invariably things I can do nothing about and because it ages my brow only further (this is not something I classify as a worry, more a vanity, which […]

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I HAD A TANTRUM

MIKEY WILSON

I had a tantrum. A tantrum, as defined by the Oxford dictionary, is “an uncontrolled outburst of anger and frustration, typically in a young child”. Since I last wrote I have turned 39 so I am not a young child, but still, the rest of that definition sounds like what I had. Or rather, what happened to me, because I don’t think it was a voluntary response. Like a wee […]

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