We’re getting visitors tomorrow. I’d tell anyone else not to worry about what state their house was in – and for God’s sake don’t clean anything. But this is me, my mother’s daughter so I’ve cleaned for three days. One of those days I cleaned the handbasin and rubbed the spit marks off the bathroom … More The three day super clean
I’ve had a downer on Christmas this year. No kids, no tree and even the thought of trying to whip up enthusiasm for a lonely ‘slap-up’ meal for two-and-the-mother, has been hard to do. It’s no surprise to anyone that sending Christmas cards was not on my list. Then one day last week I received … More A little bit of Christmas
In the bustle of Christmas we tend to forget the important things. My children and grandchildren are safe and well. And a whole lot older than they were back then.
I wrote a FB post (Press Release style) in the hope that someone would take it up and pass it on. It saddens me that I will no longer have the freedom to visit my mother whenever I feel like it. Today I had a letter in my bag from my sister and was fresh … More Appointment to see my mother
There are times I read “The Instructions” and times I don’t. I’ve lived long enough to accrue experience so when it says to plant the beans 3cm deep I just dig the sort of trench I’m in the mood to dig, chuck them in and hope they’re safe from the Pecky Birds and the Neighbours … More Instructions
I chose vaccination against Covid 19 because I love my family and feel a responsibility towards the people in my community. You chose not to be vaccinated because…? I don’t really care. When you wave placards saying, ‘I’m doing this for you!’ it annoys me. At least be honest. You are doing it for you. … More My conversation goes like this.
It’s been a book/writer bonanza these past two weeks. First with the WORD festival where I thoroughly enjoyed an intimate drinking experience with Helen Garner. She was in Melbourne and I was in Christchurch – and to be fair, I never once saw a glass raised to her lips but she did talk about gin … More Going mad for writers and books
My eldest grand daughter has just commended her mother via FB Messenger on doing a good job on her youngest sister’s hair. There was the read-between-the-lines thing that implied though my daughter-in-law was second choice she’d risen to the occasion. That’s the sort of compliment I will never receive despite having a younger sister who … More The history of hair in my family.
Spent the long weekend doing the one thing I love doing – writing. I’ve felt the pressure to do something commercial or to be more structured in my approach to planning a novel – all, I might add, coming from me but it wasn’t until I’d read a few pages of my latest work that … More A mixed bag
Robyn Anderson 