Month: February 2017

  • Flexibility

    February 15, 2017
    Trying something new today. Preparing the daily note on my phone. Because I'm worn out and need an early night,…
  • Lucky one

    February 15, 2017
    I went to a funeral today where everyone wore pink; pink dresses, pink ribbons, pink ties. At the end of…
  • Pushing out

    February 13, 2017
    This morning I dragged my sorry butt to yoga. That makes yoga sound like a chore when it's most definitely…
  • Wine time

    February 10, 2017
    The Husband and I are working on improving our health game, trying desperately not to drink alcohol during the week.…
  • A complex character

    February 10, 2017
    The middle child is a socialite, never happier than when she's with people, holding court. She's an extrovert. A drama…
  • Three bad things

    February 8, 2017
    My eyes are red-rimmed and I had a take-away burger for dinner. With chips. I even ate the bread roll,…
  • Communicating

    February 8, 2017
    Communicating is a tricky business. Sometimes, no matter how carefully words are chosen or thoughtfully delivered, the message misses the…
  • Peaks and troughs

    February 6, 2017
    Picture me running down Boundary Street in West End, Birkenstocks slapping as I dodge kerb-side tables and sandwich boards in…
  • Family

    February 6, 2017
    We celebrated mum's 70th birthday with lunch today. We filled two long tables, even with one child and three grandchildren…
  • Turning tables

    February 1, 2017
    Today ended with a creme brulee that woke the neighbourhood when, after three solid taps of increasing intensity, its toffee…