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

Offer for Patricia

'But what will I have to do?' Patricia asked. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep rosy red and she was wringing her hands. 'Oh, it's nothing too dramatic,' Mr Burns replied. 'Pretty cushy, really. Answer telephone calls, grab morning tea orders from staff and phone them through to the cafe. Stationery orders. Greet visitors, sign… Continue reading Offer for Patricia

Fiction, Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

It’s not just a number

Despite a healthy diet, and a huge reduction in alcohol intake, Bertha is struggling to lose kilograms. Weighing in at 99kgs, she is worried. In no way does she want to weigh a number with three figures. And damn those idiots who say, 'it's just a number.' They're usually the same type who say, 'it's… Continue reading It’s not just a number

Health and wellbeing, Movies, TV shows, Writing

Inarticulate

I don't feel like I can articulate my thoughts today. I don't feel as though my fingers and wrists are articulating properly. I feel I may lie down, do some Netflix binging. Any recommendations? But wait! A thought has articulated itself...do any of you savvy bloggers out there know how to get WordPress to share… Continue reading Inarticulate

Family, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

A morning outing

It's a public holiday here in Melbourne. That means I have the kiddies home with me. Presently, they're watching a Netflix show, Spanish and horrendously dubbed. But they've already asked for their iPads, many times. It's an incessant tune, like a riff from a song. I effectively kept them from singing the tune on repeat… Continue reading A morning outing

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

The sanctuary of Sundays

Sunday morning. My family's sanctuary. We are ensconced in our home. Hubster made a big brekkie for himself and T1, I've had two coffees. T2 is watching Netflix, and my girl is, unfortunately, bored. Her demeanour does detract from the element of a happy family in sanctuary. Growing up, Sunday mornings were the busiest, most… Continue reading The sanctuary of Sundays