This past weekend, we were guests of the Melbourne Aquarium to get a preview look and try-out of their new ‘Art Aquarium’ exhibit for the summer. This interactive experience, set up on a state-of-the-art screen, allows the young (and young at heart – see picture!) to create their own fish to then see projected onto…
It was my birthday on Friday. I turned thirty-six. I’ve briefly flicked back and read a few birthday posts from years past. If I was a good blogger this would be where I link to these and chuckle over their joy (or melancholy – I tend to oscillate between the two at the thought of another…
When asked what I want for Christmas I usually draw a big blank. I’m too busy worrying about getting gifts for other people sorted to even think about myself. Also, because December is my birthday and wedding anniversary, I’ve traditionally already been spoiled enough! However, this year, I thought I would draw up an ‘ultimate’…
I sent around the links to this video on social media, but neglected to do so here. Here I am, a couple of weekends ago, getting ice ‘dunked’ as promised after the marathon. (You might have to click through to see it.) Except, technically, this isn’t the same link as the first one I circulated….
Sunday is not for rushing. Minecraft totems, protectors against the night, are cast aside; the blinds are up, and comics are for reading. I crawl into his bed for cuddles – finding contentment in the dankness of morning breath and a wet kiss left on my cheek. You’re doing #nanowrimoprompt, right?
The driveway was full of dressed up children, with faces white and bloodied. Some, barely old enough to walk, tottered around with their plastic pumpkins, reaching out to the shuddering skeletons in their cages and recoiling as soon as they got too close. Parents wandered around, holding up their iPhones, smiling and talking among themselves. We…
Adam is away visiting his sick mother this week. The kids and I are here, performing our usual daily tasks – routines so often provide a kind of buffer or safety zone, at least until someone hits peak tiredness and snaps. A thoughtless remark or stinging comeback can let out the positivity in a…
I’ve got a crush on Tim Minchin. I’m a bit shy about admitting my crushes on here anymore, as if some part of me thinks that I ought to have outgrown that kind, or level, of admiration. Luckily that feeling usually gets thrown some serious shade by the ‘Say it and be proud’ side of…
Perhaps the alternative title of this post should be ‘How I trained for a marathon’. I’m the first to admit I’m hardly the perfect example of what excellence looks like. I only did three runs a week when many other people do four, or even five. However, I got there in the end. A few…
