I’ve never wanted to be somewhere else more than now. Continue reading “Cursed with the somewhere elses”
Tag: London
The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo
Yesterday my aunt’s 101st birthday coincided with the final flight of the last Qantas 747. I’m trying to work out if the two are connected. Continue reading “The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo”
Christmas? Bah. Humbug. And yet…
I’m a holiday season phobic. Just call me Anti-Christmas or Scrooge. Continue reading “Christmas? Bah. Humbug. And yet…”
