Wednesday night, brooding with jars and vessel’s and other things on the kitchen bench Whilst the chook cooks and the cakes cool, Leo, Raf’s cat, disrupts the radio – transmission. Cooped up and disrupted, me and you ruffled, Raffled and shitty.
Quite a while ago, when I was doing Yr 12, I remember coming across a book by Viktor Frankl. He was an Austrian psychotherapist. It might have been in the Moonee Ponds library, the spot I retreated to escape the noise at home, and to pretend to myself that I was studying. Or, I may […]
I have been dismissed from my job as chief butterer of the toast
I’ve been sucked in to the latest supermarket promotion.
Vegemite …………… not too much butter And not too much Vegemite. ……………. but more Vegemite than butter
Vegemite and Glad wrap… the essential ingredients for The Lunches. I am sick of making them and the kids are sick of eating them. In this department both imagination and creativity fail me.
A new kitchen gadget bought at the supermarket the other day. Supermarket people have the knack for hanging these gadgets right at eye level, hooked onto the long verticals of the shelving in any aisle.