The A - L Of Me

A is for Autistic.  I was diagnosed with ASD (formerly called Aspergers) at age 40. Also, I'm pretty awesome. Amazing, astounding, and everything. Okay, I'm fairly average, but the other a words sounded more impressive. Sniff. B is for bookworm. I am one. I should probably mention my boys,...

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Taking Stock: April 2018 Edition

Making: Beds. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Tea. Coffee. You know, all the thrilling things. Cooking: Cauliflower soup. Tacos. Roast chicken and veggies. Because apparently I am not very original.  Drinking: Four dollar sparkling moscato from Aldi. FANCY.  Reading:  Various library books, including: Without Merit by Colleen Hoover. Loved it. Read it in 24 hours. Now That You Mention...

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School Holidays Memories

It's currently school holidays in my neck of the woods. Except I'm not anywhere near woods. I live in suburbia. But you know what I mean.  So here's a lazy nifty bullet list of utterly random school holiday memories: The buzzy euphoric feeling at 3pm on the last day of term. For some reason...

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What is Friendship?

Hello again. Here I am on a Sunday night, at home with all my friends writing on the subject of friendship.  I'm really here with Mr 14 while the rest of the brood are at a soccer game. Details. This may be a short and rambling post due to the fact that I'm trying to type this with a dodgy laptop...

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Foods I Dislike

Most weeks I schlep out to the shops with my parents to have coffee and do a bit of shopping. On one such occasion, we were unpacking groceries into the boot of my parents car. We heaved bag after bag until there was no more room.  "Christ, we must EAT!' my mother remarked. I laughed and agreed....

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The Story Of My First Name

A long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... Well, 1970 in fact. Here on earth. The  other way just sounds more mysterious. Shut up. Oh okay, I'll start again. Picture it. Sydney. 1970. (Kudos to Sophia from the Golden Girls...) There was a lovely young pregnant lady. That magnificent...

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From My Window

From my window, what can be seen? Freshly mowed lawns, a blanket of green. Billowy branches of myriad trees Lazily loll in a summery breeze Suburban houses stand in a row Windows like eyes, what do they know? A car whizzes past to the end of the street Birds flutter by with a chirrupy tweet Telegraph...

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