Tomorrow Finn has his first cross country – I kind of think of it as the school version of the Stawell Easter Gift. He’s pretty excited about it because we missed it in his Prep year. This time last year I was sitting here booking myself and the boys 3 of the last 5 seats on an…
Tag: grief
GNU Sir Terry.
The irreplaceable Sir Terry Pratchett passed away last week. As was completely appropriate for one of the world’s most prolific storytellers, the news was published on his twitter account as a three-parter. I can’t remember when I started reading him… I think I steered clear for ages because I thought his Discworld series was pure high fantasy, and high…
A Cherry Merry Christmas.
We didn’t think we’d be seeing Mum and Justine for Christmas last year, but thanks to J getting a consulting gig at the last hour, the boys and I squeezed on to a flight south for an early one. I was so thankful we made it. It was important to me to be in Mum’s house, with her and Justine…
Happy Spooky Week; Part Boo!
***WARNING this post contains elements of the gruesome, ghastly and eww gross. It’s a Halloween post so you might already be expecting that, but I have no way of knowing how squeamish you are so I thought I’d give you a heads up so you don’t end up with your head down… the toilet. The boys had…
The First And Last Adventure.
For all intents and purposes Justine and I first moved out of home before we’d even finished school. For our final two years we attended boarding school in Geraldton, 480 kilometres south of Carnarvon, and only saw Mum & Dad for holidays and the odd long weekend. After we graduated we each spent one more year…
On ANZAC Day.
On the 31st of May back in 1999 I joined the Army. I joined part-time, but back then both part- and full-timers (Regular Army) did the same 45 day basic training together, over in New South Wales. During the final stage of assessment in Perth one of the recruiters and another hopeful soldier named Macca…
Dad, Everyone; Everyone, Dad.
This post is about my amazing Dad, who passed away on the 25th of March 2014, aged 69. These words are an abridged version of the eulogy I helped give, which was in turn an abridged version of a hero post I’d been in the middle of writing. I had wanted Dad to read it but suddenly there wasn’t…
Hallowe’ek Late.
See what I did there? Except now it’s two weeks late because, as I previously mentioned, the PC shat itself. Here’s how this post started last week: In keeping with my usual impeccable timing and highly developed organising skills, here’s my Halloween post exactly seven days late. …A clear case of tempting fate. Anyway here’s…
Still Not A Journal. 