Exhausted.
We spent all day yesterday packing and all day today moving into our new house. Our new house that we own*. The first house we’ve ever owned. And if all goes well, the last we ever own.
It’s a big old rambling 1940s home on a good sized block in the hills about 10 km from [...]
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Some bricks now, baby, let’s build a home.
No I’m never, no I’m never, no I’m never gonna let you down now
I’m in Mt Gambier. I suspect that 99% of you don’t know where in the world Mt Gambier is, I didn’t until I looked it up on Google Maps a few days ago. I’ve flown down from Adelaide for the day to teach the first year nursing students about the skeletal system, part of my [...]
Walking down the street carrying a baseball bat
War has broken out in Australia. Well, in our household not the whole nation. Actually, to be completely accurate, not even the whole household. Boy Z and I are at war.* With rats.
The months since we had we had to put Timmins down have been tough for a number of reasons. There is the natural [...]
The one that you’re trusting suspiciously dusting the sill
And exhale.
Thursday morning, my Head of School knocked on the door of my office as I was taking off my coat. I invited him in to have a seat and the solemn look on his face nearly made me wilt. I’ve been living on annual contracts with the university since I got here and October [...]
I’m goin’ down to St. James Infirmary
As a first-time parent there is a whole series of “firsts” – first time the babe rolls over, his first bottle, first time he crawls, first haircut, first steps, first words, an on and on. And then there’s the first visit to the emergency room, maybe not one of the best ones, maybe not one [...]
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