The single mum’s lament

As I sat sponging my nine-year-old's back with an oatmeal-soaked cloth at 11.30pm last night, I felt pretty tired and alone. The poor petal had an allergic reaction to something and was covered in an awful, itchy rash. I tried everything to soothe her: antihistamines, cortisone cream, paw paw ointment, an oatmeal bath ... She... Continue Reading →

Let’s go to bed

I didn't have the mongrel fur babies on Friday night, I paid Marlene the local retiree dog-sitter to have them because I was off to trip the light fantastic at The Entrance Leagues Club. Many moons ago I'd booked tickets to see Pete Murray - my post-separation muso of choice. He barely registered on my... Continue Reading →

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