Canteen ladies, eggplant and an unfortunate accident with some rockets

I volunteered for canteen duties at the primary school, thinking some brownie points wouldn’t go astray after the last episode with the principal. I was imagining canteen ladies like when I was at school – big smiles, flappy arms and floral dresses. I wasn’t prepared for heavy make-up, impeccable dress senses and an intolerance for … More Canteen ladies, eggplant and an unfortunate accident with some rockets

Fold here then here, then… oops, I mean fold there instead…or maybe there

My daughter gave me an origami heart she’d made and I decided to return her loving gesture with one of my own – even though craft is really not my thing. I squashed the little voice inside that said, Well don’t feel too bad if you fail miserably again – I’m sure you don’t need … More Fold here then here, then… oops, I mean fold there instead…or maybe there

It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.

After being woken at 3am to the sound of a howling cat (or possibly a hunting bunyip – you never know in rural Australia), I was bleary-eyed and irritable. To divest myself of this cloak of darkness, I decided to go for a walk. As soon as the sunlight brushed the treetops, I was pounding … More It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter if you’re forgetful – there’s magic in it anyway

Looking out the window the other morning, I spied a pretty little bird watching me. We shared a moment before I continued with the dishes and got ready for work. But then the next morning there he was again, spying on me from behind the same bush. He was adorable and I felt honored to … More Sometimes it doesn’t matter if you’re forgetful – there’s magic in it anyway

When things look like other things but you shouldn’t say it in case you get chased with a pitchfork

Fighting my way past tour groups of over-perfumed seniors on my way to the gallery canteen, I spied an artwork that left an indelible mark on my poor uncultured brain. A small group was clustered around an oversize painting, so I hazarded a glance. A single streak of brown, three drops of red and a … More When things look like other things but you shouldn’t say it in case you get chased with a pitchfork