I am in Melbourne. I adore Melbourne. It makes my top 20 list for favourite cities. Maybe even top ten… wait, no. Probably not top ten. Scandinavia and South America take up quite a lot of space on that particular list. The reason I am here is a study tour for a Masters degree I … More Soft Skills
Where do I start with this one. My husband Phteven and I are soulmates. This is just fact. Like gravity. Like life, death, or paying taxes. I attribute every strange twist and turn on the broken road that led us to each other to divinity, and magic and some very special people who … More Goodbye Brian Borland
I was a desperately lonely and unpopular kid. My best friends were my cat and my cousins and people in the small village I lived in weren’t too keen on my particular brand of crazy. Now I am very nearly 40 years old and I have a support network and scaffolding of friends … More Not What I Expected
It is an overcast Saturday as I am sat at my laptop looking out the castle window toward the Port Hills here in Canterbury. We arrived on the South Island on Tuesday. Tuesday had been a typically hectic morning, with a mountain of major decisions being made, and all the swearing, emotion and banter … More South Island and Aurora ‘Sup
I wanted to write a blog for International Women’s Day. Perhaps I could talk about some of the amazing trail blazers like Marie Currie, Kate Sheppard, or Emilie du Chatelet. I’ve written and shared information on these amazing women quite a few times. Then I thought I’d write about some people I work … More 8 Women Who Bring their A Game (who all have an A in their name)
Last night, around midnight, I posted YET ANOTHER blog about my battles with being a bit crazy. Today, I earnestly tried to do all the right things to get my crazy under control. Here’s the story of the day and the kind of therapeutic things that I shamelessly indulged in. Woke up, attempted to … More Therapy
Phteven and I are mostly very much in Love. There are times when the quirks and foibles all get to be a bit too much and one or the other (usually me, rarely my Grumpy husband to be fair) gets well fed up with the whole marriage lark. It never lasts long, and I … More Lovers in a Dangerous Time
