Adelaide Central Market

Adelaide Central Market

I’ve been lurching from one thing to another lately and was starting to feel really ground down. And the more ground down I felt the more grumpy I was getting myself because all in all my life is pretty straightforward right now and then I was getting more...
Running

Running

From 1981 to maybe 1983, at around 10am every morning, as students at Risdon Park High School (now demolished), we had to go out onto the oval in our (somewhat inappropriately named for this moment) ‘care group’ and spend what seemed like one hour but I...
Christmas in the campervan

Christmas in the campervan

Christmas, eh? I guess like most people who grow up with Christmas as a cultural marker I’ve had a fluctuating relationship with it. I have loved it (waterfights with cousins, yay!), I have scorned it with the scorn of a world-weary, uber-cynic who is only there...
The Campervan

The Campervan

When I was growing up our family camped, first in a tent and then in a camper-trailer that we bought secondhand on a day trip from Port Pirie to Adelaide. I remember that trip well because that morning I woke with a headache that felt like I was having knives stabbed...
Taking off

Taking off

The Floppy Adolescent is about to start year twelve, and it occurred to us that this summer might be the last school holidays that we have a chance to take a holiday together. The mister has started a new job so doesn’t have any leave accumulated but his office...
Hindsight

Hindsight

It is not until we are standing at the counter of Mitre Ten that the conversation we had in the car makes sense to me. As we reversed out of the driveway the mister said, ‘Shall we go to IKEA afterwards?’ He wants to go to IKEA because the household has still not...