How do I hate coffee? Let me count the ways. 1) The way the grounds smear on to every goddamn surface in the kitchen/galley 2) The fact that the fucking plunger/French press always needs to be rinsed out before I can make a cup 3) And I can’t rinse it in the sink because it …
The Smalls had not been told about the cruise until a day or two before we left. I had harassed them for weeks beforehand about the necessity for ‘fancy shoes for when we go to the fancy restaurant for Nana’s birthday’. Thank god for op-shops. Both of them got a pair of sandals each – …
From nine people aboard, the Smalls and I went and stayed with SWWNBB in an AirBnB in Taroona – a very beautiful suburb, but lacking any shop whatsoever. Woe betide if you run out of milk or tea. They had a little Belling stove and a great vegetable patch!! It was an awesome house and …
Since we turned right coming out of the Tamar River, instead of left toward King Island the west coast of Tasmania, life has been a combination of mad socialising and real estate limbo. We elected to turn right and be a presence in Franklin to try and help things along. On the way we stopped …
Dot points are my saviour. Dot points and antibiotics – they are the things that enable me to make sense of the past ten days. At the dock in Kettering, catching up with our friends on Gusto. On Sunday 24 November I become aware of a little sore just inside my right nostril. All of …
Maria Island is a crazy place, soaked in history, swarming with wombats and kangaroos. It used to have a cement factory, it used to have a vineyard… Now there are mostly ruins. Because of the whims of the wind we bypassed Darlington – the main harbour where the visitor’s centre and main campground – and …