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March 15, 2018

Has anyone seen my carrots?

Excuse me. I need a scratch.

Ah, much better.

Jackie has vanished to Adelaide, Somerset, Sydney and Perth, leaving me her computer AND NO CARROTS.

This is not acceptable.

Yours, non-respectfully, Wild Whiskers

(I wish I could find that itch)

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February 4, 2018

Suddenly I might have a year ahead of me. It’s an odd feeling. At the end of November last year it seemed fairly certain that 2018 would be filled with major surgery, postponed till January to have a family Christmas, hoping things didn’t get too much worse in the mean...

December 3, 2017

They walked out of the café hand in hand, into the heat and green of the valley. She wore a peach sarong and boots, he was in old jeans and a tattered straw hat.

They began to walk down the road towards the village. She stopped, laughed and pointed in the direction of t...

September 15, 2017

Spring is here,
The grass is riz
I wonder where
The boidies is ...

Except the grass is not riz at all but short, as if we had mowed it on the lowest possible setting. Without rain, the wombats and wallabies and bower birds have nibbled it to ground level. As for the boi...

August 22, 2017

Here is a secret: I have furry knees.

It is a side effect of having knee replacement surgery that no one had mentioned. Or maybe it has only happened to me. But I do have a rather pretty white fuzz, almost invisible, over my knees. I rather like it.

And they work! 

T...

July 5, 2017

I no longer have my mum’s knees.

Every time I’d have a problem with my knees she’d say say, ‘ah, you’ve inherited my knees.’

No matter that my knee problems came from: falling down a cliff; sliding down a mountain when an old Chinese water race we had been tracing collap...

May 9, 2017

 The swimming hole, which is not a bunyip hole. Never swim with a bunyip.

When I first came here, almost half a century ago, we walked past the bunyip pool. It was always cold by the bunyip pool, no matter how hot the air was elsewhere. The pool was deep and small, by a...

April 11, 2017

I am sitting in Canberra airport hoping that every small plane that lands isn’t the one I am supposed to fly out on to Newcastle. I am not a good flyer. Well, actually, I’d be a happy flier if I had my own wings. Just don’t like relying on other pilots/engineers etc wh...

March 6, 2017

Okay, where to begin … (she takes a deep breath):
 

One book written since the last newsletter — Matilda Book 7: A Land of Love and Flame, aanother sent to the printer after last-minute revisions, then absolute last-minute revisions and then we-are-sending-it-to-the-pri...

January 17, 2017

This year we began a new tradition – our Christmas tree was a fruit tree that could be made suitably ornamental. This year’s was a self-fertile dwarf almond. I’m not including a photo of it simply because my decoration skills are on par with a cane toad’s, even with a...

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