Yes a long-ish drive to Brisbane on the hunt for the perfect swinsuit, but it was also a chance to start listening to a new audio book as I did. The swinish hordes of shoppers were not a bit swinish, and looked very much like me, and indeed were not horde-like … the crowds had
Continue reading ...Christmas is over for another year. Can’t say I enjoyed the rampant materialism of the “ka-ching” factor: all-night trading, nightly bulletins trumpeting how much had been taken at the cash-registers etc. The quiet time I spent at home with my son seemed oddly, and wonderfully out of step with what was, and is happening elsewhere.
Continue reading ...And all is well. It’s the first time I’ve spent Christmas at home at Yarrawonga for years. Our ridge is alive with the sound of rainbow lorikeets and cicadas, and the air full of drifts of eucalypt blossom and their sweet honey smell. It’s a glorious warm morning, and I’m musing on Christmases past and
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