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I’d love to comment on the political scene in Australia at the moment but the last time I wrote anything political (first and last time) the Old Boy made me remove it. He thought it’d upset his family. That’s the trouble with politics; someone is...

I’m toying with the idea of going over to the dark side and publishing my junior fantasy as a kindle on Amazon. (I know! I never thought that day would come.) You see, I really think it’s a worthwhile story and I’ve done a good job with it. If I was...

Mug of coffee: check. Pillow in the small of my back: check. Old Boy out of the house: check. Wonder Dog fed and sleeping on back of armchair: check. Okay, I’m ready to rock and roll. I open up the Writing folder in Word documents. I go to the piece I’m...

The Old Boy, the Wonder Dog and I spent two weeks in a cabin on the edge of a forest. (Sounds like the start of a fairy tale, right?) Every morning we’d put out the crumbs and then sat back to watch the customers rush in: blue wrens and red-eye finches,...

We’re going on a holiday, leaving early tomorrow morning. The Wonder Dog had the big shave late yesterday, so that he will have a limited supply of fur to shed in the place we’re staying. He’s now about the size, shape and colour of a new born lamb....

“The grass is always greener on the other side…” When you’re driving about our magnificent countryside, it’s easy to spot the wishful thinkers. At practically every farm or paddock you drive past, you will see cows, horses or sheep (even...