Family, Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

End of the run

Lynette is slick with sweat as she runs the last few metres to her home. Each heart beat bangs inside her chest; her legs burn from exertion. She bends forward, panting; checks her Fitbit: 15kms in 1:05. Not bad. Pleased with her effort she performs a few cool-down stretches on the kerb. Across the road,… Continue reading End of the run

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Working from home

I am currently, like most of the world's population, working from home. One of the positives is that the amount of time on my hands seems to have increased. I have time to write here on my blog on my work days, whereas usually, I have to skip these days. But in the time that… Continue reading Working from home

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Calm in a crisis

These are certainly trying circumstances. Sent the Hubster down to Coles this morning while I did the before-school shuffle with the kids. Not sure which of us got the rough end of the stick (I think me!). He had to queue up and wait until the clock had ticked 8AM, as pensioners only allowed to… Continue reading Calm in a crisis

Family, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

The view from the aisles

Goodness, it seems we're in quite a predicament. People of Australia are bracing for Covid19 impact by behaving in quite a selfish manner. Most of the population have jettisoned social norms and niceties; they no longer tolerate positive aspects of community living: sharing, kindness, and even the Aussie attitude of 'she'll be right, mate!' I… Continue reading The view from the aisles

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Relationship and marriage, Writing

The beginning of the end

Losing water was the first sign. Initially Mara thought she'd forgotten to pay the bill. She went to make a call and found the phone lines were down, too. 'Brad?' she called. 'Are we up to date with the bills?' Rustling from the back garden was the only response. 'Brad!' This time she yelled. 'Huh?'… Continue reading The beginning of the end