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On Reinventing Idioms

A lovely wee quote from Petra talking about the craft project of one of her classmates: If Dylan wants to finish her bag before the end of the year, she’ll have to get on her wriggle. What she’s trying to … Continue reading

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All Quiet on the Ngaio Front

Miss Petra seems to have been sick every other week recently. A cold, one of those ghastly 24 hour vomiting bugs that always seem to kick in at 2:30 am and keep you up puking until dawn, and this week, … Continue reading

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On Fixing Things

Petra’s growing apace. She’s bigger, faster, stronger, and much, much smarter. Figuring out what to do with her enlarging self is giving her a bit of grief. She’s not as assured and skilled as she thinks she should be given … Continue reading

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Dog Walking

Going out with Pip is like trying to go for a walk with a small child. He meanders all over the place, dragging me to posts and bushes and yummy smells, then dawdling as he sniffs and snuffles around. We … Continue reading

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From the Mists of Time: When Marnie was There by Joan Robinson

I’ve been looking out for a book called When Marnie was There for many many years. I read it as a child and remember being simultaneously frightened and delighted by its strangeness. It featured a lonely little girl and a … Continue reading

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Bad Mood Busters

Today has been one of those days. A bad mood kind of day. Nothing in particular happened – the dog smelled bad and had to be bathed, Petra was home sick and dropped berry juice on the carpet, the cleaner … Continue reading

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All Good Things Come to An End

Petra and I had a come to Jesus moment about Father Christmas while we were flying home on Monday. She told me that she’d figured it out, that Father Christmas couldn’t be real because magic isn’t real, and that I … Continue reading

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