‘Twas the night before Christmas

As an Australian kid Christmas meant endless days bobbing about on inflatable pool toys, while being seranaded by raucous cicadas and dive-bombed by Christmas beetles. It was my Mum in long flowing patio dresses slathering us in sunscreen, and my grandmother's outlandish swimming caps. It was my Dad cooking a BBQ and always burning the... Continue Reading →

A Cat’s Twelve Days of Christmas

I've always loved the old classic The Twelve Days of Christmas. I've never understood it, but I love it. I always imagine how thrilled the recipient must have been when she received that lovely tree with the bird in it, and how her Christmas, thanks to some dubious gift choices from her true love, degenerated... Continue Reading →

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