My life as a pack leader, confessions from Fawkner Park

Halfway to Fawkner Park I realised I was wearing the wrong shoes.  To say that it is damp underfoot in the Park at the moment is to understate the swamp like conditions faced by the novice dog walker.  I reasoned that … Continue reading

The beaches, the humour and Helen at Barwon Heads op shop

I am looking forward to heading to Australia to stay with my good friends Demi and Max McLeod. I am going to Perth.   I have never been there before and I can’t wait. It has got me thinking about why … Continue reading

“Ooh, the brass neck of it” Shock, horror! Oprah late for her own audience.

This is a phrase my mum used to use when she thought someone was really pushing their luck. I had the same feeling last night at the Rod Laver arena.  A friend called and asked if I would take a ticket for … Continue reading

Winter Playlist

I hate Winter. I also secretly think everyone else does; they’re just better at kidding themselves than I am. If, like me, you’d rather hide inside until it’s at least warm enough to not have to wear scarves and gloves…

Michelle Payne, Stevie Payne and the race that made me think

Op shop on Monday (charity shop to you Brits) looking for a hat; Melbourne cup on Tuesday, wearing it.  Glorious day, my hat passed muster, I didn’t get lost on the drive into Melbourne and no need for the Uniqulo gilet … Continue reading