Grandparenting is a time-travel machine. Suddenly,you are plucked from your accustomed life and thrown backwards in time.
I have a success to report:I’ve managed to draw my tiny grandson into one of my own great obsessions.
Each Airbnb rental throws me into a reverie of time spent in a proper hotel – or anywhere with an actual staff,actually on the premises.
Politicians speak constantly about the skills shortage,but now in the real world,we’re living it. You can’t get a tradie – not for love or money.
How is a new grandparent like a dog? Let us count the ways.
Here’s the truth about the Australia of not so long ago:we didn’t have throw-away plastic,and we survived.
One of the great crimes of parents of the past? Never giving a straight answer to the simple question,“What’s for dinner?“.
At a certain age,surgical procedures become the bread and butter of conversation.
Does capitalism have some sort of random price generating machine at its heart?
Genuine question:why do I always have to cook it for 10 to 20 per cent longer than it says?
How have I lived for the past 40 years without owning a pair of ugg boots?