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April

Swarms of corellas have come to raid the trees setting my nerves on edge. When a car stops by the white lake of them on the road, they barely move, so completely bold, they make you smile. Today the light still holds smoke from the scheduled burn-offs and now at ... READ MORE

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Christmas

Christmas Past; Sydney In Sydney from upstairs, we could see Wedding Cake Island. The small island in Coogee Bay is a low clump of rocks with frothy water all over it. We loved to watch him swim across the bay as he always did on Christmas morning. His slow strokes ... READ MORE

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Waiting

You take the same way most days, through the park to let the dog inhale the world and roll in the grass. You notice people with dogs that look like themselves, one called Yogi was shaved, large and white and its owner also large, white and shaved. Two fat galahs ... READ MORE

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Witnesses

The clock ticking. The birds singing and the sun shining after rain. Still cold for November and there’s a frog living under the porch. Its mournful bonk bonk comes on with the lights. I looked after the kids on Monday, one of those rainy Mondays so resorting to the TV ... READ MORE

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Halloween, rusty lions and tiny teddies

Cars pass like whips and the rain is steady and heavy as cattle. Green surrounds us and the trains pass shaking and rattling. We’ve had so much rain lately you begin to think you live in the subtropics. Just had some young neighbours rifling through the lolly basket for Halloween ... READ MORE

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You Can’t Keep Whales To Yourself

A bright early spring sun, the sea spread like a blanket before us, though the icy wind reminded us it was not yet summer. And yet people were looking out to sea with urgency and pointing. We had come to see the blue pool at Bermagui, but the freezing wind ... READ MORE

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Social Life

I’ve been going to an indoor play centre with our eldest grandchildren, Alfie and Hazel and our daughter Eileen. These places are great on a howling winter day like the ones we’ve had this year. I’ve noticed that the children seem to play alongside others rather than with them. The ... READ MORE

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