Unlike when we moved to Beijing, we haven’t had to deal with a language barrier here in Canberra, other than chuckling at the fact that Australians, like Americans, refer to the UK as ‘England’, making it sound like the quaint chocolate box fairy land that I presume they think it is. There are, however, a … More Not so easy
Canberra is a young city, designed and built over the past century on an abundance of land and still growing, which is perhaps why it’s decidedly friendlier to cars than pedestrians. Apart from a small city centre, it’s mostly a sprawled out collection of sprawled out suburbs, 120-odd in total, each with a small group … More Jared Leto and rice paper rolls
With the arrival of our second child we’ve yet again mired ourselves in the tedious administrative circus of registering the birth and applying for a passport. We learned the first time round that living abroad makes everything that bit more stressful as you need to send original birth and marriage certificates back and forth between … More Going postal
Sleep deprivation is, in my experience, the most joy-sucking part of parenting, and three years of it have given me a neurotic obsession with routine and a shameless disinterest in makeup and hair straighteners. But what brings a touch of mirth to those moments when I’m waking up in pre-dawn darkness, brain whirling through the … More OK munchkin, TV time!
An amusing problem of living in eastern Australia, I’ve discovered, is the silly time difference with almost anywhere in the world: two hours with Tokyo, 11 hours with London and 16 hours with Washington DC. Being ahead of virtually everyone means that it’s already tomorrow by the time we find out what Trump’s thumbs have … More What time is that?
Today, one year and three months into our time in Australia, I saw up close for the first time a kangaroo being hit by a car. I’m sure many people in Canberra would be surprised it took this long – it’s not unusual to hear stories from foreigners living here that their first sight of … More Beastly encounter
As snow brings UK to a halt, filling my Facebook feed with pictures of views from office windows and posts about cancelled flights, we’re inching past the 30 degrees Celsius mark, worrying about our cheap satnav overheating on the car windscreen and debating whether it’s wise to cook chicken on the barbecue. At baby’s playgroup … More A summer Christmas