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