Tuesdays are not my favourite - they’re a bit of a juggle. I go into the city for work and leave the dogs in the apartment for the day. Then I fret about it. I can't leave the balcony door open because they cannot be trusted. They bark their heads off at every little noise... Continue Reading →
I get around
I was hobnobbing last night at an InterPride Cocktail Reception at Sydney’s Town Hall. As you do on a Monday. I introduced myself to few VIPs and was given a sticky diamantie to add to a glittering world map on the wall to identify my country of origin. InterPride is a global network of over... Continue Reading →
To be accepted
I felt mixed emotions as I walked past my local synagogue yesterday, the morning after Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras. I was simultaneously saddened by the metal bollards and bulletproof glass surrounding the building and incredibly grateful that I wasn't taught to hate as a child. My parents and grandparents weren't revolutionary or radical.... Continue Reading →
Yes, I really did
I peed in a vase yesterday. Circumstance left me with no choice. I wake up each morning around 5.45am, desperate to do a wee. But I hold that thought because if I make a sound the dogs will start barking and scratching at the laundry door, demanding I take them for a walk. So I... Continue Reading →
Off with the fairies
It has been a few nights since I slept properly, which means I am even vaguer than usual. I think it’s a combination of stress and menopause that’s keeping me awake. It’s pretty full on at work in the lead up to caretaker mode before the election. Trying to juggle that with parenting, pets and... Continue Reading →
Resident weirdo
I’ve been putting in the hard yards to secure the reputation of being the resident weirdo at work. There's a catch-up on Microsoft Teams each week called Quarantini, which is a hangover from COVID-19 lockdowns. I usually manage to say something each week that leaves people uncertain about what to say next. For example, someone... Continue Reading →
In the black
Charlie the Moodle hasn't been himself since he got his claw caught in his ear last week. When we go for our morning walk he takes a few steps, puts his tail to one side and swings his head around in agitation, then stares at me imploringly until I pick him up. I took him... Continue Reading →
Cutting edge
The dogs and I have all had a clip since I last blogged. It has been a VERY expensive few days. I was ashamed when I dropped bedraggled Charlie off at Sugar Paws and the groomer announced she would need to shave his tail to remove the matted fur. When I returned to collect the... Continue Reading →
That was scary
I was tapping away at my computer yesterday morning when all hell broke loose. The youngest was making her lunch in the kitchen when Charlie the Moodle started screaming and writhing at her feet. She freaked out and told me it looked like he was having a fit. I rushed over and I feel like... Continue Reading →
You haven’t done anything wrong
“Hi” is the standard way people start telephone conversations, but I sometimes wish they would add the words “you haven’t done anything wrong”. It would save me so much angst. A colleague called first thing yesterday. They said “hi”, I said “hi”. Then they asked if I was OK because my voice sounded funny. It... Continue Reading →