Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
There is probably little left that I can add to what has already been said about Fleur Sullivan, either by herself or by the many…
I knew if I left writing about our travels until I got home again the writing would not be the same, if it even happened…
There’s a saying in Australia “Wouldn’t be dead for quids.” Quids are pounds in the English money they used before the Australian dollar…and dead…is dead.…
The weather is straight out of Antarctica today. The rain has pelted down all night and the wind whistles every now and then, just to…