WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE

Ever since I planted my meadow a couple of years ago our garden has been full of wildlife and weeds. You need a machete to get to the clawfoot herb bath on the cliff edge, and when you get there you find the deer and the possums and the orange-bellied parrots and platypus have eaten …

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IT’S A DATE

Families have started decorating their front yards with cobwebs and skeletons. We pass them as we head down the hill to buy bread and have a coffee. ‘When’s Halloween?’ I ask. ‘You ask that every year!’ Robinson says. ‘Well how am I supposed to know when it is?’ ‘Because it’s been on the same day …

SUCK IT UP

When I was a boy, Mum had a sure fire, annoying response to all of my valid boyish whining. ‘Mum, there’s nothing to do,’ I’d moan. ‘Go outside and play in the sunshine!’ ‘Mum, I’m hungry.’ ‘Grab an apple and go outside and play in the sunshine!’ ‘Mum, can I watch something on our black …

THE CATHOUSE AND THE DOGHOUSE

We’ve had two houses for the long weekend, and I quite like it. I can see why rich people have a house in the city and a house in the country, or down the coast. You can leave one version of yourself behind, dishes in the dishwasher, bills to pay, brats in private schools, and …