It doesn’t take much to pack up a roof top tent

I’m sitting under the palm trees in the caravan park in Cairns, laptop plugged straight into the power outlet, catching up on some emails while I wait for everybody to pack up.

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The worst winter in Cairns for years … no jacket required

We’ve arrived in Cairns during the coldest winter they’ve had for years. So cold in fact that last night I nearly had to put a jacket on. I would have put one on except I was wearing a new top and had to show it off.  The back is a big embroidered butterfly with cut outs, so of course nothing was going over that on its first night out! Using the shoe philosophy (when you find one that fits buy it in every colour) I bought 3 tops and a dress.  All in different colours with different detail on the back.

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On waxing and feminism

I have a Brazilian. And I’m a feminist

Not an easy admission to make (the Brazilian, not the feminist bit) on the internet when it could go out to millions of people (god I hope my children don’t read this!),  but one brought about by reading yet another ‘feminist’ article on why Brazilian waxing is so bad for women.

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It’s winter and I’m cold

I’m living with the heater nazi.

Doc, as I’m my partner will henceforth be known in this blog, doesn’t feel the cold, so doesn’t think anybody else should either.

Everytime I put the heater on he gives me “that” look. The one where he’s desperately trying not to roll his eyes. Though sometimes he can’t help himself and he even verbalises the disdain. “Are you kidding?”

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The day of the (dead) triffids

It’s a boy thing, isn’t it? This playing with big machines.

They’re out there now – my new partner and his 16 year old son. In the tractor and happy as pigs in shit.

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I think I shot the Easter Bunny

I had a recurring nightmare when my children were young. I used to dream that I forgot Christmas.

This ranged from dreaming I’d forgotten to put the Santa presents out, through to dreaming that I forgot Christmas all together. No decorations, no presents, no Christmas dinner. Nothing.

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