Month: February 2022

Heard a very refreshing interview on the radio this morning with Zoi Sadowski-Synnott, our first winter Olympics gold medalist.

We had fabulous weather in January, but we’re paying for it now.

It won’t be a surprise to some of you that I spoke too soon on the monarch butterfly front.

We live very close to Parliament, where the anti mandate protesters have been camping for the last few days.

One of the dubious benefits of working with plastic surgeons for years is that you get to pick up some of the jargon.

My husband spent some time with a younger woman this afternoon, while I was out of town.

Looking at the sad state of the bra I dug out of my underwear drawer to wear this morning, I reflected on my undergarments in general.

Driving along the motorway just now, I was gratuitously passed by a dark blue Ford.

One month in, and the monarch butterfly situation is not the shitstorm I was expecting.

I am coveting my neighbour’s tomatoes.