Long Weekend

Though many people like to go away for long weekends, I’m far more inclined to be a home-body. It’s quiet and relaxed. And so, I’m starting the third day of the Queen’s Birthday Weekend with nothing much planned, aside from a very vague idea I’ll go for a swim, and maybe engage in some more …

Four Day Weekend

Even though it’s Monday, the fourth day of a long weekend, I’m still doing some of my Sunday “ritual”, such as catching up on my homework for Swedish class, and doing my clothes washing for the week ahead. I remembwer vividly, when I first moved to Sydney, I had a fairly aged washing machine. It …

Long Weekend

“Your dog is so cute. Do you mind if I take a photograph?”, I asked the group of three women, waiting for a bus on Oxford Street. “No worries”, they said, as they helped to coax the reluctant hound from allowing me to take the shot. There was a lovely “long weekend” feel about the …

Long Weekend

There’s an app on my phone which tells me how many steps I walk each day. Sure, there’s a margin of error, as it relies on me actually having my phone on me every day. But the margin of error is low, as I actually do have my phone with me most days. The app …

Long Weekend

I had a long weekend. I took some seriously good drugs and I didn’t go to work. The drugs were, in order, Cephalexin, Panadol and, best of all, Voltaren Rapid. Oh my goodness, that has got to be the best drug ever. The pain relief was necessary to deal with the sebaceous cyst I have …

Long Weekend

Do you know how hard it is to buy a screw driver in Surry Hills on a Sunday morning? I woke early yesterday, and while having a cup of coffee and reading email, my computer went bung. The floppy disc had failed, and so I wasn’t even able to reboot it. Needing to remove the …