A frantic flight home, a funeral, floods in Bangkok and a missed festival – a pretty crap couple of weeks for us. If “pretty crap” can sum up the.
15 years ago
“It’s your Dad,” Mum says. “He’s dead.” I knew from the heavy tone of Mum’s voice when she answered the phone that something serious had happened. But I thought.
15 years ago
My hands cover Miss M’s tiny ones, which are holding onto her dad’s sides. She doesn’t have the arm span to reach around him. My legs and arms hold.
15 years ago
A dear friend jets off to Vietnam next week with her toddler son, slightly apprehensive about her first overseas trip as a single mother. The unstoppable Ms J is.
15 years ago
“Pretty gur,” says the tiny woman who’s emerged from the kitchen of the cafe. She is pinching Miss M’s cheeks and grinning. “Pretty gur, ah!” Miss M grins back,.
15 years ago
Eating in Langkawi wasn’t as exciting as we expected. Miss M was more disinterested in eating than usual and every time we got a morsel of food into her.
15 years ago
We swanned off to Penang without much planning. It was perhaps a bit of Asian expat arrogance. Twenty-month-old Miss M is an old Vietnam and Singapore hand and we,.
15 years ago
McLarenvale had me at the tourist information centre carpark. The sight of Autumn leaves and the smell of the rosemary bushes being raked into order make me fall in.
15 years ago