Juicing carrots, tempting fate


Back burner, I told you! The cycle of the last few weeks: Writing (not blogging, obviously). Stalling. Skiing. We ski almost to excess, two or three times a week, my dodgy joints creaking in protest. Continue reading “Juicing carrots, tempting fate”

The half-time whistle


Pass the orange segments, it’s half time. Yes, we’re six months into our one-year adventure and by golly, it’s flying. Another set of school holidays dispatched, and now we’re into the boys’ birthday season – two birthdays a fortnight apart – which every year seems to eat a month of my life. Continue reading “The half-time whistle”