Family, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Getting out of a car park

Driving home from netball this morning, we stopped into our local Coles. Hubster ran inside to get a few things that we desperately needed, while me and T1, T2 and Our Girl waited in the car. Hubster arrived; three products tucked under his arm. I reversed out of the space, then drove towards the entrance/exit… Continue reading Getting out of a car park

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

At the local pool

'A what?' I ask. 'Brammer,' she replies. 'Don't you think he's a real brammer?' My friend, Maggie, is always trying to display her superior language skills. 'Never heard it before, so I can't say.' 'A remarkable, attractive person,' Maggie says with a smirk. I can't argue with her. He is quite dishy. As usual, Maggie's… Continue reading At the local pool

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

Harsh light of day

When the light streamed through the windows, Mathew rolled over. 'Ah, cock!' he moaned. 'What's wrong?' I asked. 'Too bright,' he croaked, ducking his head under the covers. 'Head hurts.' I clamped my mouth shut, lest I say something I would later regret. My thoughts wandered back to last night, my warnings to him to… Continue reading Harsh light of day

Fiction, Melbourne, Parenting, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Stand off

Hailey was not going to back down. No way. She was in the right. She was shaking though. That bitch edging forward caused her heart to leap right out of her chest. What did she think she was doing? Car horns tooted. Hailey looked in her rear vision mirror; cars were banked up around the… Continue reading Stand off

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

Ball of rage

Leonora watched as her daughter jumped and splashed in the muddy puddle. 'Look Mummy, I'm Peppa Pig!' she called with a crazy giggle. Christ, how Leonora hated that show. Each episode only five minutes, but time dragged on to resemble the length of a rainy, wintry day. Forever, in other words. 'Hattie, stop jumping now,'… Continue reading Ball of rage