YESTERDAY UPON THE STAIR

I’m not sure why we spent so much time deciding what to name our new kitten a year ago. We settled on Nina, in the end, but she willfully ignores it. We know she’s not deaf like our previous cat Ruby. She can hear the front gate click from anywhere in the house. We know …

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BUCKLE UP

As evidence that I’m turning into a proper old bloke I’ve started tucking in my shirts again. Now and then. I’m still what you would call a fashion plate. I was there back in the eighties with wild hair (which I have retained, and maintain is still fashionable, particularly if you are about sixteen) when …

THE HIGH PRESSURE OF A LOW

I’m not sure how but according to my Fitbit I managed to walk 40 kilometres in the last week of February. All under an umbrella, presumably. It never stops raining here in Sydney. Our old house creaks and leaks, doors jam, the gutters overflow, the bricks on the back terrace are as treacherous as ice …