Rambling, writing

Watching The World Go By

Happy Sunday morning from chilly Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Or maybe we’re in Antarctica? It’s certainly been cold enough for that recently. I’m typing this in my pyjamas, with a hot cup of tea in a thermos, trying to ignore the zombie-apocalypse climate so that I can hopefully string a few words together. Tomorrow the kids… Continue reading Watching The World Go By

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My Fingers Are Blue

Those were Orion’s first words this morning, when I opened his door at 6.30am to find him sitting up in bed, light on, book in hand, looking irritatingly perky. “My fingers are blue.” Yeah, well, it’s something crazy like 3 degrees outside, kid. I’m not surprised. At this stage in Orion’s life, I’ve started to… Continue reading My Fingers Are Blue

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Taking A Breath

My alarm went off at 6.30am. At least, I think it did, because one talent I’ve developed during the Covid-19 lockdown has been the superhuman ability to turn my alarm off without actually waking up. By pure luck, in my zombie fumbling, I managed to push the sleeve of my pyjama top almost all the… Continue reading Taking A Breath