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More Senseless Loss. Home. Snaps of Holiday Places.
As trying as yesterday’s flight home from Perth was for all involved (45 minute total body toddler tantrum that lasted through to touchdown and the entire 20 minutes we were on the runway waiting to disembark), talk of my immense relief at ‘surviving it’ would be clueless and insensitive in light of the tragic news…
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‘Confessions of A QANTAS Flight Attendant’ by Owen Beddall. Banana Bread Supreme and Other News From Perth.
It’s been the second day in a row of staying in with a book and pottering kind of weather in Perth and I’ve made good use of it. www.news.com.au I’ve just finished ‘Confessions of a QANTAS Flight Attendant’by Owen Beddall and thoroughly enjoyed it for what it was. Beddall dishes the dirt on the famous and…
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Good To Be Home. The Second Winter.
It’s good to be home. That familiar masthead on the paper accompanying your pot of tea. Finding the local dairy brand at Woolies. Lunchtime runs by the river in a tank top on account of the warm winter sun (on any day except today). And coffee runs up the road with Toddler SSG on his…
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Turning That Frown Upside Down.
I’m all out of deep breaths. And it’s only Thursday morning. Work has been crazy and the planets just haven’t aligned themselves for the rest of my life. The last load of washing I wanted to get done before leaving for Perth? Got rained on on the line as I drove home from work. Micro…
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Faux Fur Finds. Sultana Cake Is the Only Kind of Fruit Cake.
It was only this time last week that I was having a little whinge about the lack of faux fur vests of this calibre in women’s sizes. Well, readers, the high street obviously reads this blog and makes my wishes their command because Forcast and Ice have made my dreams come true. I’m linking to the…
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The Visionary Mr Eastwood. Jersey Boys.
Mr Eastwood, you are a visionary. I am yet to catch up with your complete filmography but with each work that I have seen, a little piece of that vision finds a permanent place in my memory. Recalling scenes from your films is a visceral experience. The menacing brutality of war in ‘Letters from Iwo…
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Preppy Friday. Watching Sydney Wake Up.
It’s officially cold. The car thermostat clocked 5C on the drive to work this morning. The park next to the racecourse was covered in a thick layer of frosted fog. Out on the track, a few brave horses and their riders cantered along briskly in a cloud of icy exhalations. Sipping a piping hot…
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Crofton Cast Iron – Cheap, Chic and Rather Good.
As I unboxed my Crofton cast iron grill pan ($14.99 special buy from last week’s Aldi Special Buy Wednesday), a few thoughts crossed my mind. The first being scepticism that what I was holding in my hands could in any way compete with the $200 plus equivalent from Le Creuset. The second was more of…
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Half Full.
It’s often much easier said than done, but life’s horrible days don’t seem so soul destroying when you take the glass half full approach to them. Having to be at work super early on a 8C winter’s morning meant that I got a clean run on the road and my favourite spot in the car…
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Fluffy Fleece, Beater Blades and Crofton Cast Iron.
It’s been a weekend of addressing the big issues whilst being dressed in outfits that just say ‘trust me, I know what I’m doing’. Remember my Cookie Monster blue fluffy fleece zip up jacket from Uniqlo? Well, it really is as warm as the advertising spiel suggests. I wore mine to the pool this morning…