Apropos of nothing at all, we bought a new bed a couple of weeks ago. The previous fun palace had given up the ghost after nigh on 20 years of service useage, and we agreed months ago that it was time to upgrade. We decided (on zero medical or scientific grounds, it must be said) to postpone the acquisition til…
Category: Life
A cat with schadenfreude
I live in an apartment on a major arterial route in Stonnington; an inner-city suburb of Melbourne, with my wife and fur-kid Macchiato. A tram passes our door, which means that, during peak hours, the road is designated a clearway and parking is forbidden so that traffic flows as smoothly as possible and trams can (theoretically) pass unimpeded. The afternoon no-parking…
Pinot on the Peninsula with Giulietta and the missus
Last October I attended a burgundy masterclass at the inaugural Pinot Palooza in Melbourne’s Ormond Hall. The Palooza was a celebration of all things pinot noir, showcasing around 140 expressions of pinot from about 50 Aussie and kiwi wineries, and was the brainchild of Ben Edwards and Dan Sims of Wine Guide fame. It must have been a raging success…
Losing it
Last Saturday was the first anniversary of a very dramatic moment in my life. Probably not as earth-shattering as TAbbott ever saying something worthwhile, not to mention believable. Definitely not as staggering as Yoda losing his power to split infinitives. But on Saturday, July 30th 2011 at about 7pm, my smug world as I lived it came to a crashing…
Copping it sweet, mostly
Sometimes it takes a seemingly innocuous even to trigger the realisation that we’re all creatures of habit. And worse, sometimes to deviate from a routine can have detrimental consequences. Our routine, on returning from a trip, is simple. First, open the windows to allow airflow through the closed apartment. Next, unpack the bags, sorting laundry into colour groups and bung…