The first thing I did was drop the toddler on the floor. In my defense, it was early days and I didn’t know then that she still needed to learn how to bend in the middle. With her legs stuck out like an Olympic skier she went downhill at a hundred miles an hour, fell … More Cousins and other close relations
Recently I read a book called, “Dear Writer You Need to Quit” by Becca Syme. Midway through she casually mentions writers who write a book a month. What is that about? A BOOK a MONTH! ARE THEY INSANE? Turns out they probably are, but they are making mega bucks writing for online platforms where they’re … More Dreams of Export Earnings
I’ve discovered the house has a language of it’s own. It creaks and groans and when the wind blows, it slams and bangs and sounds like a prop forward in a hard fought game of rugby. The one thing it doesn’t have right now, is a lot of occupants. Last weekend when the sun shone … More Aftermath and Beyond
I was an AFS student and this is a recipe from my American Mom. She made it and sent it to me one Christmas in the 1990’s. It was packed in the bags of some friends who came to NZ every year. Grateful to them, and to her for including the recipe. Combine: 1 cup … More Recipe for Killer Chocolate Peanut Slice
The poor ballerina has lost her leg (the one that held her on the ground) so she’s a gonner but the rest of the team are here will bells on. The big girls arrived last night – was supposed to be midnight and ended up being 1am but it was worth the wait for the … More Told you I couldn’t ice a cake!
Windows cleaned – tick Beds made up – tick Turkey, lamb and ham purchased and in fridge – tick Christmas tree – waiting for someone to make me put it up. Christmas cake made – tick Christmas cake iced – I don’t know how to make that groan-y noise but it’s definitely not a tick. I … More The icing on the cake.
Most of the time these days I’m sitting in my office thinking, ‘Is this Saturday?’ I have a 1-7 chance of being right but I’m at that point now where I don’t much care. It’s a day. Thank you to whoever arranges the sun to rise and whatever else you do because quite frankly, I’m … More Everyday is Saturday