Leading by example isn’t always as easy as looking busy or volunteering at bingo. When my daughter said she wanted to be a chef, I – being the great role model that I am – thought I’d show her what that may entail. Now before you hold your breath in anticipation of the suspected disaster that … More Being superwoman could be a little easier
It’s nice to be outside. For limited periods. Like once a fortnight, for eight minutes tops. But sometimes, there’s an outdoor wedding, a picnic, a cat-in-a-drain rescue – that sort of thing – and you have to put aside your feelings of doom and just go…or people will suspect you have some sort of phobia … More Starts as fun, ends up being myself as usual
Poor guy.
Normally when I’m trying to impress someone with my stellar wit and intelligence, I end up saying something like, “Sausages are awkwardly shaped, aren’t they?” or “I wanted to be a nurse until I realised people have gross hairy bits.” Alternatively, I trip, bump into things or spill soup down my front. But not today. … More Things happen…All the time
Walking along the pier, you meet some interesting characters…
I was invited to a school fete. Inside me said, no way, you’re not going to that – it’s all finger-painted ice-cream sticks and mothers racking up brownie points from the principal. But outside me smiled politely and said, sure, I’d love to support the local school. Even if the kids do smell like home-made … More Sucker punch
“It must be time for cake,” I said. “We’ve been working for a whole hour.” “But you just had cake.” “Yes, but I only had a small slice. And it’s sponge which means it’s mostly just air. Besides, it’ll go stale if we don’t eat it.” “Things don’t go stale in an hour.” “You don’t … More Cake
I was offered two jobs. I liked them equally, so how to pick? Flip a coin? Draw from a hat? “How about you list the pros and cons?” suggested my friend. Job One Pros Cons Good pay No lolly jar Close to home Good hours Nice people Job Two Pros Cons Lolly … More Life decisions
When I was little, I wanted to be a spy. Scratch that – I was a spy. I can’t count the times I saved the world with an accurately timed commando roll or took down bad guys with just a pencil, a blob of glue and some cat hair. I wrote my homework in lemon juice in … More Spies never grow up
Everyone knows not to walk between trees in Australia. Or under them. Or anywhere near them before dawn. Or after dawn if we’re being honest. It was a beautiful night, a sliver of moon nestled in the infinite stars above. I was looking up at this glorious view on my way to check the mailbox … More Nature. So…
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