The principal of the private high school I attended had a signature that looked like it said “Cheers”. And thus, thanks to my Dad’s inimitable sense of humour, that is how he was known in our house. My first meeting with Cheers was when I had to attend an interview before being accepted into the … Continue reading Cheers!
One day Dad went out and got us a puppy. She was small and wide and very wiggly. Dad was told that she was a cattledog cross kelpie. But as she grew (or failed to grow) we deduced that the kelpie was something much more like a corgie. I can't quite remember why but we … Continue reading ‘Snitch’ – a portrait
My Mum is on a particular diet which makes eating out more challenging than for other people. As a result, I don't remember often going out to restaurants or even cafes as a child. Restaurants were only for special occasions like birthdays. I don't think we ever got take-away. Now that I am a mother, … Continue reading Childhood Food
There's a man at our local shops who orbits erratically around his hat singing in a husky mutter, hunched over his tight, protruding belly his words foreign and incomprehensible. In their orthopedic sandals and thick white socks, his feet - like his eyes - barely leave the ground. Some days he seems bereft, his hoarse … Continue reading The Busker
Out of the Cave 