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A Saturday in the life of

June 21, 2015



The Mr gets up for golf before the sunrise comes.
I turn over in the warm bed and think about my dreams.
Jamie wakes up, and chatters, and I bring him into bed and we talk about what we’re going to do today.
I pop him back in the cot while I grab a shower.
Clear away dishes. Give him breakfast. Feed pets. Change nappy.
Crisis. There are no coffee pods left.
I have to drink decaf.
Slightly sleepy Skype call with Noni.
I attempt to curl my hair for the first time with curling tongs.
Interesting result.
But at least means I don’t have to wash my hair. Win.
Bundle Jamie into jacket, strap him into pram.
Go buy more coffee pods. And raisin toast. Lunch will be what breakfast was supposed to be.
Stop at the playground on the way home.
Follow in Jamie’s footsteps as he explores the world.
He is mostly interested in running as far as possible in any direction away from the playground.
Home, and an early lunch for the hangry Jamie.
He goes down for his nap.
Raisin toast & coffee! Followed by a salted caramel tim tam.
I open up my WIP. Try to dive into the story, switch on my brain.
This chapter is tricky.
Damn I hate this chapter.
Screw this chapter.
Can I delete the whole thing? No. I have to edit it.
The Mr gets home. We get organised & head out to a shindig at the Fitzroy Bowls Club.
It’s freezing in the winter sun!
We eat sausages with numb fingers.
I huddle beneath the gas lamp, and drink cider.
I throw a few bowls.
I cross my fingers I don’t disrupt the serious players on the turf next to us.
I text the babysitter.
She sends us a video of racing Jamie on the office chair down the hallway.
The sun disappears and the world gets very cold and the sky beautiful.
We catch the tram back to the city and go to Mama Sita.
At 5.55pm, we are second & last in the queue.
At 6.05pm, we are second in a queue of fifteen…
We eat delicious corn and tacos and drink margaritas out of glasses with glittering salted rims.
Train home.
Crank the heating.
Settle in. Television. Pandora. Blogging. Milo.
Hot shower. Bed and electric blanket and reading.


Three years and thirty three years

October 13, 2014

Today I am thirty three years old.
Today I have been a Melburnian for three years.

MELBOURNE is… tram tracks, chocolate stores, footy madness, dramatic weather switcheroos, hidden doorways, hipsters, artisan food, blue skies seared pale by the sun, plane tree pollen in your eyes, the racing carnival, terrible drivers, beloved markets, a million suburbs, muddy rivers, dry grass, fruit bats at dusk, restored facades fronting up modern architecture, cranes, the comedy festival, coffee, coffee, did I mention coffee, bluestone alleyways with grafitti, greek, italian, vietnamese, possums scampering at night, out of control property prices, gum trees, disdain for the giant wheel, sprawling boundaries, and tennis in 40 degree heat.

Places I love…

  • the track around Albert Park lake especially at sunset…
  • the loop around Maribyrnong river stopping off for a coffee in the Boathouse on the way…
  • Bourke St in December when it’s manic and magical and summery and the windows are full of Christmas cheer…
  • the summer outdoor cinemas in Botanic Gardens and Abbotsford Convent, where the movie starts when the sun goes down…
  • Chapel Street all the way from Windsor end to South Yarra end, with its constantly rotating stores to peek about in and its delicious places to eat…
  • South Bank walking along the river with its gelato counters and restaurants and casino and roaring turrets of fire at night…
  • the Royal Botanic Gardens in Cranbourne with its stunning vistas…

THIRTY-THREE YEARS is… a ten month old son, tufty new hair, freckles & melasma, smile parentheses, maternity leave, 68208 words on a first draft, so many babies in my circle of friends, mothers’ group on a Wednesday, soccer tone fading, nostalgia for London but homesick for NZ, drool smudges on my t-shirts, dreaming of our new home, strolling the neighbourhood.


Hair doppelgangers

May 22, 2014

Because my hair is falling out I have been thinking about just chopping it all off. Pixie cut style (or, possibly, ‘MUM STYLE’)

I’ve never had short hair before though. I don’t know if… I would like it. If I could maintain it. If it would end up sticking up all angles like weird cat bum fluff.

My celeb hair doppelganger (sadly, just the hair) – is Diane Kruger. High forehead, thin fine hair with a natural wave, funny baldy spots above the temples.

I wish she’d chop it all off so I could see if it would work for me.


Public service announcement: I am not that Kate Murray

March 27, 2014

Only one of these Kate Murrays
cares about the flag at your yacht club

(and even then, that’s still debateable)

Coming here to query whether fracking water will be brought to Long Island? Want to get a boat removed that’s been parked beside your house for months? Think the flag at the yacht club needs replacing? Yeah. You’re barking up the wrong Kate Murray. Dudes, seriously. What about this website suggests that I am the Supervisor of the Town of Hempstead? Do I look that responsible? You want this person instead.

Oh yeah, and stop swearing at me on Twitter too.