Being fifty-something, I know that catching up with friends is one of life’s joys. Last weekend, we set off on what has become an annual affair to catch up with old friends, Paul and Julie. We set off early, picking up Jeff before sharing the half hour drive to the Queenscliff ferry terminal. We head… Continue reading Friends, ferries and canaries
Being fifty-something, I’ve grown cynical about new year resolutions. My resolve usually gets boxed up around the time of the Christmas decorations (during the second week of January) and remains elusive for another year. This year, I decided to bypass the pretence of intent, to cold-shoulder the ten-step success schemes and turn a deaf ear… Continue reading New year … an enigma wrapped in a resolution?