On the side of our change table (freshly stocked with wipes, nappies, cloths and creams that smell like you’ve stumbled into a glade that’s sheltered by musk sticks) there’s a poster. It was a gift from my godmother’s daughter- an honorary sister. She’s s film critic. She knows me too well. It’s both a quote […]
Summer
Winter in Sydney is nothing to be sneezed at. It looks a little like… this: While the UK and New York swelter under the sweaty weight of a full summer, Sydney’s southern seasons still feel a little alien and wrong. It’s strange to be walking barefoot on sand, amid 20 C sunshine and still […]
I am not in Italy. I am not in Menton. And the closest I currently am to the turquoise sea and cliff bars of Dubrovnik are the motivational photographs I’ve printed out to take to the hospital with me. Yet that is what this dish makes me itch for. Instead, I am ferrying around […]
There are things I can no longer do. I cannot twirl without losing my balance like a drunk. I cannot sleep for more than three hours at a stretch. I cannot see piles of plates next to a sink without being overcome with a need to wash them all- right this instance- and possibly […]
Sometimes it’s wise to listen to your body. Yesterday I was trying hard to hear what mine was saying. I could have sworn in the afternoon it was muttering ”duck, duck’. I had an overwhelming urge to sequester myself in the corner of our local Chinese restaurant with a whole Peking glazed bird, a duvet […]