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