I’ve slept in quite a few airports in my time, and not in the Tom Hanks “hiding among the baggage, seeking political asylum” way. Here is a review of my Top 3.
I need a break!
I really need a break. Just a budget cabin near the sea. Swimming, walking, reading. But life rarely goes to plan…
Home decoration with a demented dog
I love to make creative things for my home, but I don’t always follow through in the most sensible way. Add a dog with dementia to the mix, and we make a great team.
Killarney, my little Australian terrier, is 16. That is 112 in dog years. She’s still got plenty of waggle in her tail, but spends most of her days training for the Nap Olympics or doing her version of ballroom dancing. She is nearly blind, mostly deaf and has lost much of her hair. She is also losing pieces of her mind.
Childhood memories: Driving with Dad
I’m amazed to discover that I have just spent my seventh Christmas without my Dad. Where do the years go? One of my fondest memories of my Dad is the summer road trips of childhood…
The mosquito bite: When pain brings opportunity
One pleasant evening in August 2004, I was bitten by a mosquito. Buzzzz… Slap!
It’s a tiny thing. Who thinks about it? Just part of the soundtrack to life here in Brisbane.
Two weeks later I was sicker than I had ever been. And so began one of the biggest challenges of my life… but one that ended up leading to one of my greatest achievements.
Frisbee Dancing, by Rufus the dog
I decided to take some photos of my puppy playing frisbee on the beach, expecting athletic action shots… but not quite the ones I got!