A bad case of wind

Most days it’s wet and windy, and there isn’t a long enough break between the rain to even take the dog to the park. I did try yesterday, but I had to flatten myself around a tree trunk as soon as I got there, and then wait for the horizontal rain to give up and go away.

Planes, trains & watery accidents

It’s always hard to know how your children will react to leaving the ground in a vacuum packed can, and then see the ground disappear beneath the clouds. My son wasn’t amused. At all. Watching the aeroplanes through the terminal window – great fun. Walking down the air-slip onto the plane – not so fun. Sitting in his seat for take off – simply not going to happen.

So what does he call out in a desperate bid for freedom? “Poo Mummy”.

A spot of colonic – doggy style

Now no one ever said being a dog owner was a glamorous affair, but even I didn’t envisage the day I would find myself out in the garden at night, giving Charlie a colonic.

I’m sniffing, I must have Swine Flu

Call me completely irresponsible, but my daughter needs to learn and I need to work, so she’s not camping out in front of the TV all winter with a box of tissues. She’s had a flu jub and can wear a face mask if need be. So unless she suddenly grows a curly tail and starts to squeal, she is going to keep going to school.

Charlie turns 2

Charlie turned 2 on Saturday. He celebrated his big day with a chicken thigh and a biscuit.

Hunting Skippy

One of the things that Australia is best known for, (apart from killer spiders) is its lean, mean hopping machine. AKA the kangaroo….

One of those nights

Last night was one of those nights that just makes you want to crawl under the duvet and sleep for a week. It was one of those nights when your children don’t want to eat what you have cooked and you wonder why you bothered in the first place.

Bad fur day

Charlie is in the throes of a post haircut breakdown today, following a full back, sack and crack experience – canine style. He keeps coming face to face with a mirror, realising that he has lost half of his body size overnight, and then jumping back with a start. I am guessing that he isn’t exactly enamored with his new look, the give away is the fact he keep skulking off to hide in his bed….

Getting hot, hot, hot

I think it is safe to say that summer has most definitely arrived in Perth. Temperatures are way up, the sun is out and the sky comes in just one shade of a very bright blue.
After all those months of moaning about how cold it got in the winter, here I am, cooking slowly in my own skin. Add an onion, a c0uple of carrots and a bay leaf and I’ll be good to go…

Barking mad

Now I like to think I’m not a particularly aggressive person by nature, I rarely bark and have never been known to bite, well not hard enough to break the skin at any rate. My husband isn’t an aggressive person either (except when massacring our dinner), but yesterday we both found ourselves catapulted head first into a full throttle screaming match with a complete stranger, right in the middle of the park….