I just hate conflict. I hate it so much that it paralyses me. It's why I am crap at management. I'm crap in meetings. I hate the feeling in my stomach. I hate the anxiety in my chest. I hate the thought that I have hurt somebody or am hurting somebody. But often, the reason … Continue reading Conflict
As I have mentioned a number of times previously, I enjoy listening to a podcast called "How to Fail with Elizabeth Day" in which minor celebrities discuss their battles with failure, how they have made peace with it and how it might have changed their lives. However, for a while now, there has been a … Continue reading Success & Failure
I just couldn't write tonight. So here are three photos all about light and shade. I love how the rainbow divides the two shades of grey. I never noticed that before. My husband tells me it is probably to do with the way the particles of water bend the light. These scientific phenomena move easily … Continue reading Light & Shadow
At school I felt numb but maths class made me number
It was the last day of a two week holiday up into northern Queensland. The kids were really amazing, considering how many hours we'd spent in the car. We just had to get out of the Blue Mountains and back south. Of course, the road out of the mountains was inevitably windy, whichever way you … Continue reading Parenting Failure
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!
Waiting rooms are the assigned place for this hideous hobby but it's inescapable. And once you’re signed up, you don’t choose when to jump off the hobby train. Not after this appointment and maybe not for years. In the community, you won’t recognise the people are who are waiting. They will be in the dappled … Continue reading Waiting…
Today, while driving, I suddenly noticed moving legs above my sun visor. This has happened to me before and it was a giant huntsman spider (including his legs, about the size of the palm of my hand). Then, as now, an involuntary gasp escaped me and I immediately looked for a place to pull over. … Continue reading An Unexpected Passenger
When I was a child pouring the tea was “playing mother”. What does it mean? Probably only that typically the woman of the house poured the tea... but does it also indicate servitude? When I was in China, the Japanese teachers there demonstrated for us the Japanese tea ceremony. It was beautiful - gentle, quiet, … Continue reading Playing Mother
Late night stabbing: man run through by dubious kebab!
