This (day) too shall pass

The day could best be summed up thus: everyone in this house is giving me the shits, yes, including I, but especially everyone else. Also: does anyone know what it is that the dog is crunching on? I can’t bear to look.

Just popped in to say hello, can’t stay long…

Last night, I did this. And today, I wandered around Carlton, having a jolly fine time, but wishing that after I said to the mister last week maybe I should get in touch with some blog people when I’m in Melbourne that I had ignored his ill-informed comments...

Eight pm

There’s really nothing on television, we’ve got no DVDs (though have you re-watched The Games lately – that one of the 94 metres 100 metres track – that is really, really, really funny) and I’ve got a to-do list filled with urgent and...