The Pandemic Years The girls were an unexpected source of joy, during our many months of lockdown. Fortunately, I'd bought them just weeks before the lockdown. The time when our priorities changed and commodities like indoor plants, sourdough starter, puppies and chickens increased in rarity and consequently cost. Husband Man turns to the garden and … Continue reading Boudica, Chapter Two
Category: Chronicles of Narn
True stories from the near and distant past. Some are sad or serious, some are deeply silly.
Boudica
Prologue As I sit here in front of the fire with a chicken in my arms, I remember some of the stories this sweet girl and I have shared. Now I type like a woman possessed to share some of these tales with you. Chapter One Here I am, head down, bum up, in the … Continue reading Boudica
In Defence of Crochet
Letโs play a word association game.I say: Crochet.You say: โฆโฆ?I bet many of you said, or at least thought, Granny. This is ok, you can think what you want. And some will know that the Granny Square, an old and sacred part of the whole crochet tradition, is enjoying a fashion resurgence. But itโs not … Continue reading In Defence of Crochet
Bicycle Secrets
I saw my bike today. A homeless man with steel wool for hair was wheeling it along the footpath in Boronia Square. I loved that bike, it was the best bike ever. Red Shogun hybrid bicycle with Shimano gears โ I miss you still. I know it was my bike because of the aftermarket additions. … Continue reading Bicycle Secrets
Autumn: Season of Leaves and Sunsets
And so it begins. My love hate relationship with autumn. On one hand, sunsets are at their peak at this time of year. I can watch from the window in front of my writing desk as golden hour approaches and then the light dims, and the sky changes colour by the second, like a kaleidoscope. … Continue reading Autumn: Season of Leaves and Sunsets
That Time I Could Have Been Killed in My Home
This one time, many years ago, when I was an inner city hipster, my partner Dan and I are out having a drink and a bash at pool at our local pub. The drinks and joie de vivre flow. Our pool shots are all dropping and none of the likely lads challenging could beat us. In the … Continue reading That Time I Could Have Been Killed in My Home






