Uncategorized

Yesterday the Old Boy and I took two lovely Irish ladies on a short trip through the Barossa Valley. They're the mother and aunty of my son's fiancee, out here for the wedding. (Only two weeks to go!) We had a nice day: the weather was perfect, the vines were green...

I had an attack of the "what-ifs" the other day: what if I hadn't been discouraged from writing back in the mumbly-mumbles; what if, back in the day, I'd tried to get into journalism like my father wished instead of teachers' college like my mother wanted; what if I'd...

Here we are in the wilds of the Yorke Peninsula, South Australia (alhtough, in Internet Land I haven't moved an inch). Within five minutes of our arrival Rex the Wonder Dog managed to leap through a screen door head first. The Old Boy has just finished replacing the...

My apologies, dear reader, if I've made you a little anxious. I hate to think of you chewing your fingernails, pacing the floor, wondering: Where's Wendy's blog? Is she still posting? Has something happened to her?... The thing is - I'm about to go on holiday....

Tonight I'll be speaking at an evening aimed at raising awareness re Breast Cancer, raising some money for research, and encouraging women to face life's difficulties with faith and hope. Actually I can't be definite that the last bit is the aim of the organisers, but...

Yesterday I attended a one-day conference for writers, set in the beautiful town of Stirling in the Adelaide Hills. It started at 8.30am so, being allergic to mornings, I spent the night before at a friend's house a few minutes drive from the venue. Otherwise I'd have...