I salute thee my ex-neighbours.

28 December 2008

Our old neighbours dropped by today. They live in Melbourne now and are in Sydney for a holiday. What a good time we had. & how not to have a good time when you’re in the company of an Englishman and his Scottish wife. We considered going out but abandoned the idea for some good old-fashioned staying at home and getting drunk instead.  Yes, we got some dips, some smoked trout, some crackers and some cheese, but we really settled into the wine. Yes, I’m drunk as  I type this. & we managed this with 3 kids out on the prowl as well. I don’t do this enough. I might regret it tomorrow. But for now, it’s a good thing. I so wish that they still lived here, across the hall. Isn’t it great to have neighbours that you really get on with. That you vibe with. That you can talk about so many things with. That you can call family. When you are an international nomad, to find a good neighbour is a special treat. But to be drunk, after a special day together…it’s just sweet.


Orange or, in fact, a yellow mama?

27 December 2008

I would find it absolutely hilarious if anyone actually read this blog. But if you’re reading it, welcome to my world.

I am an orange mama. Why? Because my 3.5yr old said that I was definitely an orange colour (alas – she could not explain why) My husband thinks I am a yellow.  His analysis is more well thought out. Researched even. Apparently yellow stands for joy, pureness, brightness, sunshine. On the flip side, it also means cowardice. He thought the meaning of yellow in its entirety was so apt for me. But really – I am not a coward. Not by everyman’s definition. But my husband, the man of extremes, believes that if you don’t take a black & white, out-there stance on a topic/subject matter/opinion, then you are not committing to a position and are therefore a coward. What kind of definition of cowardice is that???

Anyway, I thought blogging might be fun. But I’m not sure I’m ready to really ‘out’ myself to the world yet. So no pictures yet. No names. No way of knowing who I really am. Except that I’m an orange mama.