I totally judged today, because I don’t understand. (DISCLAIMER) I am going to sound like a judgemental, snobby cow in this post, sorry if I offend anyone. Today we had to go to our local police station to renew a licence and to the local court house to have some forms witnessed by a JP. […]Read more "Eye opener"
I spy you through the privacy shutters on the window. You’re curled up next to the woman that you love most in the world on a stark white, stiff, uncomfortable hospital bed. I watch as you whisper sweet things in the ear of the woman who draws strength from your presence. Your hand clutched in […]Read more "Boy in the green pyjamas"
Summer has officially started for me, even though in Australia summer officially starts on 1st December. I originate from a dedicated cricket family, my grandfather founded the cricket club in his home town, and my Dad followed in his footsteps, he was a successful all round cricketer, in one game he took 6 wickets, and […]Read more "Day One"
First blog post of November and I am nervous and a bit excited. See I have signed up for NaBloPoMo . NaBloPoMo is a 30 blog challenge. I have toyed with the idea of a blog for mmmm probably 12 months. I dipped my toe in the blogosphere in June with the posts Bikram, mountains […]Read more "November 1"
My girlfriends are the most beautiful, supportive and fit women in my life. I am not one for the gym, but my exercise of choice is yoga. I am in a love/hate relationship with Bikram yoga. Bikram yoga, the type of yoga where I sweat it out in a 38-degree room for 90 minutes in […]Read more "Bikram, mountains and fly in fly out"
Announcing my arrival I am asked to have a seat. Abbie my stunning beautician with model looks, perfectly styled hair and dressed in her pristine black uniform, greets me and directs me to the beauty room. She opens the door and I am engulfed with the most refreshing yet soothing fragrance. I have no idea what it […]Read more "Brazilian"
I contemplate our lifestyle as a Fly in– Fly out family and it isn’t about the money. I’m increasingly worried about Scott’s mounting frustration and tension with being away for twenty one days. Twenty-one nights in a single bed that feels like a piece of concrete. I know he craves, our queen- size bed, with […]Read more "Twenty-one days"
Cricket Mum It’s 5.00am on a Saturday morning, the heat and humidity are oppressive even at this hour. I shuffle into the kitchen an addict seeking a hit, hunting my drug of choice The two things that contribute to my survival, especially on Saturday, are; Coffee: I can’t form a sentence until the first sip […]Read more "Cricket mum"