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Petra’s Morning Playlist

Poor Petra – her musical likes and dislikes are very much influenced by what we choose to share with her. But she is picking her way through our choices to come up with her own preferences. This morning she explained … Continue reading

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Showing My Age

A funny conversation in Starbucks today. Travis: places our order. Cute young barista lad: you’re the only people who make that order so I always know what you want. Me: I don’t suppose that many people order tea. Cute young … Continue reading

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On Being Six

Being six has its traumatic moments. Petra really really wants things to go her way and feels very hard-done-by when they don’t. Her afternoon went like this: Petra, rolling on the floor and yelling: “Why do you always say no … Continue reading

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It’s My Birthday, Gonna Party Like It’s My Birthday…

It’s official – I’m old as fuck. Or definitely, unavoidably middle-aged anyway. I’ve had a lovely day. Petra and Travis put a lot of thought and effort into it for me. I got to sleep in and then they delivered … Continue reading

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Autumn is Coming…

Bringing with it, not snow and war, but mice. We spotted one running across the kitchen floor the other night. I’ve been twitchy ever since, hearing scufflings and rustlings. But we didn’t find any signs of mice – no droppings, … Continue reading

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Bits and Pieces from My Day

On the theory that a few things make a post. 1) I’d like to say ‘thank you’ to the lovely woman in the Johnsonville Public Library this afternoon, who watched me and Petra hanging out and chatting over the chapter … Continue reading

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In the Morning

The Scene: Me standing on the bath mat drying myself after my shower. The bathroom door bursts open and Travis rushes in. He says: “I’ve done something bad…” ominous pause…”to my hair.” Me: “Uh, well I suppose it is sticking … Continue reading

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