Holiday reading

… ‘It’s as beautifully sad as a Paul Kelly song,’ I said to the mister when I went back inside to get a mid-book snack (dried peach) and refresh my cup of tea (green). We’ve known each other a long time, the mister and I, and I could see him thinking to himself...

The flowers were worth it

Do you know, I am so unfit, that my right thigh is a still a teensy bit sore from that afternoon last week when I had to chase the dog down the road, across the road and down the tram track, after the florist left the front door open just a chink and I wasn’t...