Planes, boats and…

I’ve decided that there is something in the water in Canberra that has turned both major political parties slightly crackers. The come-back kid, Rudd, has become more right-wing than his political opponents. I concede that it’s a clever ploy, leaving the opposition only two choices: agree with him (anathema!) or become more left-wing. But, if they did that, they would effectively become each other. Labor is acting like the Liberals, forcing the Liberals to act more like Labor. My mind is boggling at the thought! Then Mr Abbott announced that we are facing a National Emergency: refugees keep trying to come here. He wants the army to take charge, to “protect our borders”. Oh for flipping Pete’s sake, Mr A! Seriously? He’s like a...

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Shine, baby, shine.

First, the good news: One of my editorial clients (from the USA) has just signed a publishing contract. I’m so proud of this guy. He has dyslexia, so writing is a real challenge. It’s been a long, long process but finally it’s all going to happen for him. Another writer friend, Rosanne Hawke, has just received an award for her YA novel, The Messenger Bird (UQP; Australia). It’s a beautiful story of love, grief and hope and I hope you can read it soon. I’m proud to call Rosanne my friend and my mentor. Brave Malala spoke to the UN about the right and the need for all children to receive a good education and received a standing ovation. That’s a win for the good guys. So far I haven’t seen any messages of congratulations to...

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For the Old Boy

Thanks to the monthly dose of ancient Egyptian yesterday, a bout of bronchial asthma and my football team losing – again – I’m feeling lousy. I toyed with staying in bed and forgetting things like feeding the dog, writing the blog and putting out the rubbish. But, it’s the Old Boy’s birthday today. It’s a special one with a zero on the end. (For the next four months we’re going to be the same age, so there’s no way in heck I’m saying what number that is.) In honour of my Toy Boy’s special day I’ve dragged myself out into the cold wintry air, to post this blog for him. (I know; how good am I?!) I put his birthday present and card out on the kitchen table late last night so that he’d get it...

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Have bubbles, will travel

Last night the Old Boy and I enjoyed a delightful evening with friends: fabulous food, little glass of drinky poos and even a little gift each! (Thank you, you-know-who!) They’ve recently returned from a trip to England, France and Greece, with stop-overs in Abu Dhabi and Bangkok on the way home. You’ll be pleased to know that I was not jealous…much. Via the medium of digital photography on computer linked to TV (technological wizardry), we saw a little of what they saw. I’m one of the strange few who actually (really) loves seeing people’s holiday snaps. It’s the only way I’m going to see most of the world and I’m not above living vicariously through other people’s experiences. I figure, the good Lord gave me...

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