Robinson and I more or less live on the street these days.We’re out there eating our cereal on the morning verandah, craving the winter sun. We read books there (currently Mrs Bridge - brilliant) and the weekend newspapers. We drink coffee and eat profiteroles.No one pesters us. I think my hair scares them away.Our kitten … Continue reading IN LOCKDOWN PARENTHIS
Month: August 2021
THE SUBURB TIME FORGOT
Setting off up the laneway on our morning constitutional a roller door opened and two kids on bikes spilled out. ‘Careful of the old people!’ the first one called out to his little brother, kind and terribly cruel all at once. It’s come to this. Hairwise I do now look like Doc Brown from Back … Continue reading THE SUBURB TIME FORGOT
TALKING TO A STRANGER
I don’t know why but I’ve started talking to myself. Maybe it’s because no-one else is. Preparing a meal now I say ‘Right. I need a small saucepan.’ As if I’m Gordon Fucking Ramsay surrounded by extras. ‘Olive oil,’ I explain helpfully as I cross the kitchen and press open the pantry. It’s like I’ve … Continue reading TALKING TO A STRANGER