It’s been a while since I posted. I’ve been busy with stuff and nonsense, some good, some not so good. Good: I’ve had my ace Aunty Penny visiting from the UK. We did all sorts of exciting stuff like: going to Sydney, just overnight, just us two; going to Healesville Sanctuary to see koalas and … Continue reading Taking Stock
I came across this doll’s tea-set in the back of a high cupboard the other day, whilst rummaging around for something else. It belonged to my great Aunty Gwen, who passed away some years ago aged ninety. The teapot and milk jug are different to the rest of the set; they’re painted with little violets and are … Continue reading Afternoon Tea with Aunty Gwen.
Since my brother’s tragic and untimely death at the end of last year, grief has been my constant companion; at first ferociously overwhelming me, later following me around as I existed in a kind of emptiness, and more recently just giving me a light nudge every now and then, whilst real life welcomed me back. I … Continue reading Make-do and Mend.
In the run-up to Father’s Day I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the things I’ve learned from my dad. He is a complex person, and there have been times recently when I have found him hard to understand. We don’t always get on, but he has consistently been a steadfast presence in my life. I’m not talking about “cleanliness … Continue reading Father’s Day Musings – things I learned from my dad.