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This time last year, the Smalls and I were housesitting. A most beautiful old house in Arthur’s Seat on the Mornington Peninsula. Housesitting was part of my coping mechanism. Chunks of time to live outside the boatyard, benefit from other people’s dishwashers and washing machines. Chickens. This house was seriously heavenly. Still is. We drove …
Month: December 2016
The night after Small Brother left M and I had a Large Row. Both of us were tired, grumpy, and over it. Thank god the boat has separate hulls – we both stalked off in separate directions. We were anchored at a very shallow part of Sandy Bay. At 1.47am I was awoken by the …
On Christmas morning the Smalls erupted at about 6.30am and went foraging for their stockings. We are very DIY in all aspects, and in the absence of stockings they had used my biggest wooliest socks, both of which had huge bulges in the bottom – mangos! There were presents from Santa, us, and other family …
A day before Christmas. Small DB and I took off at 7am to look around Salamanca Market – it was deliciously uncrowded. We spent some time looking at the organic fruit and veg stall – planned to buy three cucumbers, but reneged when it turned out they cost $14. For three cucumbers. OUCH. We went …
How good is it having someone fly in for Christmas!? ? Small Brother – who I haven’t set eyes on for 18 months (18 rather traumatic and crazy months) arrived from NYC before Christmas, hung with the Mothership for a bit and then turned up here – in Hobart – on Thursday. M went to …
The weather kept us on a mooring* at Port Arthur for three or four days. The absence of any shops and petrol stations meant that we were frugal with the stove – each time we boiled the kettle we also filled the thermos with boiling water – and were slowly eating our way through the …