Shelley and Christabel

'I don't want to explain it again!' Shelley squeals. 'Well you might have to,' Shelley's aunt, Christabel, responds. Shelley huffs and crosses her arms in protest. She loves living with Aunt Christabel, but she is extremely strict. Shelley was moved to Christabel's home by the department, after months of living on the streets and couch…

A day in the life

Yesterday, T1 was in a grump. Salty, as seems to be the contemporary vernacular. It's the first official day of school holidays, so his behaviour gave me a foreboding sense of ill. Two weeks (almost three for the twins) stretch on ahead of us, without much in the way of entertainment or places to visit,…

On the edge

She stands on the edge. Fear courses through her veins. Every inch of her body feels alive. Ironic, that this moment is when she can taste vigour, life. That now, finally, she thinks she can function. Peeking over the precipice, she see the cerulean bay. Looking towards the horizon, the magnificent sea of blue stretches…

The mess in Victoria

Ordinarily, I refrain from writing about politics on my blog, but I'm extremely cranky regarding Chairman Dan of the People's Republic of Victoria. If you look up, you might see a fire in the sky. It's likely a series of flares, released into the sky by individuals trapped here. We're asking for help from every…

Small Annoyances

Carol is standing on her tippy-toes, so that she can make eye contact with the receptionist. So far, she's being ignored. The woman, whose name tag reads Sheryl, is on her mobile. 'Oh, I know,' says Sheryl, sounding remarkably like Sybil Fawlty. So much so, that Carol looks around for Manuel or Basil. Carol rests…