Though many people like to go away for long weekends, I’m far more inclined to be a home-body. It’s quiet and relaxed. And so, I’m starting the third day of the Queen’s Birthday Weekend with nothing much planned, aside from a very vague idea I’ll go for a swim,
Even though it’s Monday, the fourth day of a long weekend, I’m still doing some of my Sunday “ritual”, such as catching up on my homework for Swedish class, and doing my clothes washing for the week ahead. I remembwer vividly, when I first moved to Sydney, I had
“Your dog is so cute. Do you mind if I take a photograph?”, I asked the group of three women, waiting for a bus on Oxford Street. “No worries”, they said, as they helped to coax the reluctant hound from allowing me to take the shot. There was a