(Sometimes) Daily Notes

Apple cake and a blanket

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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Empty day

A headache crept into my bed last night, igniting my brain. It wrapped its tentacles around my skull, digging its fists into my temples till I opened my eyes. Then shut them fast, to block the piercing light streaming in through shuttered cracks. Last night I’d promised to cook bacon and eggs for breakfast but first had…
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I’m voting for footy

Down to earth with a thud today, driving across town before breakfast to collect The Ballerina from a sleepover. On the way home I shopped at the butcher, the greengrocer and the supermarket, buying dry-aged rib steaks, nutty muesli, yoghurt and a box full of veggies. Then toilet paper. At home I washed and hung…
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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

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

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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copywriting me

Angela Bensted is Brisbane-based freelance writer who likes to listen first and struggle with syntax later. She pitches stories to magazines, sometimes successfully, and helps businesses produce compelling copy for print and online.

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