Drafted: 1.45 pm, Monday 15 December. Sydney.
Comfort food means different things to different people. In this house, it’s pea and ham soup. It’s mild and coddling, thrifty and reliable.
As long as there’s a tupperware of it in the freezer, I feel that everything is going to be ok.
This morning I was walking along Manly Beach. It’s an iconic, warm and transparent stretch of blue on the north side of the Harbour Bridge. Soon after I was singing nursery rhymes at the local library, while Will was squirming impatiently on my lap.
While singing ‘Ba Baa Black Sheep’ I didn’t hear my phone bleat with queries from loved ones both near …