It's odd how a little retail therapy can brighten a day, isn't it? In Melbourne, of course, the shops are shut. Almost all purchases, aside from groceries, need to be done online, unless you choose to wait, I guess. We need a new couch. Over the years it's endured kids jumping and slouching, cat scratching,… Continue reading Retail Therapy in Lockdown
I woke this morning all snugly and warm under my doona. I slipped from under the covers and was met with a wall of gelid air. As I rushed straight to the heater to flick it on, Our Girl sneaked into my side of the bed. I jumped back in, happy for a warm cuddle… Continue reading This morning
Pete's initial call rang out over two weeks ago. His party of decade was planned and ready. Invitations would follow via email in the next few days. It was a rainy, grey morning when Hillary opened her invitation. It had arrived in her inbox overnight. She stared at the words, trying not to feel superior… Continue reading To party or not to party?
The photograph left Misha with no doubt: she was now officially old. Staring into the mirror, she compared versions of herself. The photo taken thirty years ago showed her bright eyes, and high cheekbones; her skin taut and rosy. Now, she was all crinkly around the edges, had jowls, and her skin was papery, and… Continue reading Surrendered
Gawd, three weeks until the kidlets can go back to school and I can return to work. The wheels of productivity are loosening; the lights of inspiration flickering. I bob in a sea of disconnectedness with the world of work. But fear not, my fickle ways shall be overcome. I shall rise to the challenge… Continue reading Wheels falling off