Angela Bensted

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Homeward bound

September 29, 2017
Homeward bound

Resolve Departure heralded good intentions. No champagne, no sugary post-meal treats. Instead, the flight from Brisbane to Hong Kong was all water and fruit and naked salad. Seven days and a couple of extra kilos later I’m returning home, strapped in and waiting to push back, cursing my lack of discipline. Bircher muesli with fruit…

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Artistic endeavours

September 28, 2017
artistic endeavours

I’m curled up in bed with an empty teacup beside me watching Lethal Weapon. The movie could be seen as a cultural touch stone, the first in a good-cop versus bad-drug-dealer franchise featuring slide guitar, gunfire, explosions and 1980s profanity. Am I drawing a long bow? Maybe. The rest of the day is easier to…

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Cocktails and free-range cows

September 27, 2017
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End of day The hotel bar has toffee walls framed by wide timber architraves. Punters sit in deep tub chairs upholstered in leather and pale gold chintz. Or there are sofas with cushions in caramel, coffee and beige; fat, v-necked, kept in shape with plumping and karate. We drink whiskey and mock tails and nibble on…

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(Almost) Daily Notes

Contrast this

Contrast this

October 4, 2017

There’s a certain selection bias in these notes.  It’s much easier to wax lyrical about a day full of activity, a day where stuff gets done and to-do lists shrink and there are compelling verbs and colour to play with. Days spent in Hong Kong in lounges and bars and restaurants. On days like to today…

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Gone awry

Gone awry

October 4, 2017

“Mum. We have to leave in 15 minutes.” This was not a 6:15am alarm, just The Ballerina waking me to drive her to weekly choir practice. The school timetable has no respect for a writer’s night owl habits. So I dragged my wretched carcass from its covers, pulled on shorts and sneakers and drove her, through bleary…

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Stockpile

Apple cake and a blanket

October 3, 2017

It feels like January. The good intentions rekindled on holidays still shape my days (headaches notwithstanding). Today I ate spinach and blueberries and cut up a pineapple. I made bolognaise sauce from scratch – with vegies in it. And I’m writing, albeit in the dead of night when I should be asleep. Boy shopping Even with plans and…

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