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The Dukes of Berry – Kangaroo Valley to Jervis Bay

The Dukes of Berry – Kangaroo Valley to Jervis Bay

A sausage competition. A meat shop. Sun beating down on a beautiful landscape in the background. Two dudes in a Dukes of Hazzard car. Australia, right there in one picture. Continue reading

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I didn’t know I almost drowned until I read this

I didn’t know I almost drowned until I read this

As parents of small children, we’re used to constant demands for our attention, shouting, screeching, “Look at me!”, “Help me Mummy!”. We’re not used to silent, stoic struggling. We must remember that drowning is a terribly British affair. Continue reading

Peace in Perth

Peace in Perth

Traveling south of Perth for a week with a then eight month old BUB.1 epitomised what is good and bad about traveling with babies. We got to see some beautiful sights, but not for long. We very often saw the sights alone as the other one waited in the car with the sleeping baby. We … Continue reading

SAHM. WTF?

SAHM. WTF?

With their litany of engorged bosoms, sexless rows and vomit-splattered shoulders, I envisaged it would be like root canal and a career in mining combined. But worse. But oddly, it isn’t. Continue reading

Hello Mum!

Hello Mum!

Every single year that I was living in Australia, as predictable as the changing of the seasons, my Mum would send me a cheerful little text message to say that GMTV were filming in Sydney. Continue reading

Chafing hell!

Chafing hell!

I miss the bright blue Australian sky and the opportunity that warm temperatures offer to never really get properly dressed, but since having children I just can’t stand the heat anymore. I know it’s a cliché, the Brit who spends all year moaning about the weather and then as soon as the mercury hits 25 … Continue reading

Swimming lessons: In at the deep end

Swimming lessons: In at the deep end

Some queries posted on Mum forums and email support groups could have left me doubting my credentials as a responsible mother but actually made me want to stick pins in my eyes. None more so than the woman who queried how “loud and echoey” a local swimming pool was, fearful of the effect the experience might have on her son. What? Continue reading

In at the deep end

In at the deep end

Some queries posted on Mum forums and email support groups could have left me doubting my credentials as a responsible mother but actually made me want to stick pins in my eyes.  None more so than the woman who queried how “loud and echoey” a local swimming pool was, fearful of the effect the experience … Continue reading