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Another Pinot Escape

The first time I looked out of the lounge room window and saw the peacock with his tail aloft, spinnaker style, I shrieked, gathered the Smalls and ran out into the garden to try and capture every possible angle. His neck is an impossible blue running to aquamarine and iridescent green; little toggle antenna feathers …

Soggy Bun

Daylight saving. It began this morning, baffling me the way it always does. Which device has the correct time? There is no internet connection here, so how would anything know to change on its own? Where is an actual analogue clock? KittyLicious, emulating Luna the Boatcat, yowled me awake reliably at 5.16am. I got up …

Rotten Head

Small Z has always been germ-averse. Always. I have taken great joy over the years watching her flinch when someone coughs or sneezes nearby. So of course, when a kid she’d spent all day with at school commented at the end of the day that she’d had a horrible day because of a sore throat, …