With the exception of four years in Brisbane, I spent the first thirty years of my life in the country: Lismore, Bourke, Renmark and Wagga. When my career brought me to Sydney, I was really excited.
As I knew I didn’t want to live too far from work, I drew a “walking circle” (old style protractor) around Ultimo, that reached out to Glebe and Pyrmont, but I quickly settled on an apartment in Surry Hills. And even though I’m a country boy at heart, Surry Hills has pretty much become “home”.
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For a moment this morning I reflected on how busy the traffic on Crown Street was when I first moved… READ MORE
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Such beautifully presented tofu. Blue Wok is my local Thai where I’ll often pop in after work for take-away, or… READ MORE
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Until last night, the two most memorable occasions in my life where I’ve eaten garlic bread have both related to… READ MORE
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You know those stupid machines at the supermarket deli where you’re given a number and have to wait your turn,… READ MORE
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I’m so glad you have patience and a sense of humour. And I get the invisibility thing. The older I…
Heehehehe. Yes. I have spoken to a few people who have done similarly. Mostly, we’re older and single. And some…
Talk about burying the lede! (Even if it is implicit in the headline.) To me the startling thing about this…
Blogging about the arts, history, genealogy and various aspects of my own life. Currently focussing a lot on the experiences of “my new life” as someone living with disability, having had a lower leg amputation half way through 2023.
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Thanks Sally. Many women my age and older say they go into shops and are completely ignored.