As I was scootering to work the other day, I found my route blocked by a giant truck that was performing a multipoint turn to reverse direction on one of Wellington’s typically narrow streets.

I haven’t had any egregious brain fades for over a month now, so I feel as if I can relax about my dementia risk and go back to what concerns us most about aging – looking old.

The consensus on the family chat is that Catdog has finally reached peak psychopath.

I mentioned in that last old scheduling email, problems with sleep.

I noticed yesterday that a Kawakawa tree was strangling one of my feijoas.

In which I talk about the process of organising my first sabbatical six years ago,  and reminds me of why I’m going back to Montpellier this time and not the NHS.

I’m loving the current trend for maxi skirts and dresses.

I bought the most gorgeous pair of knee high boots last year.

Found this poor dog amongst the photos from doggy daycare the other day.

After my post bemoaning the lack of small post war European “Everyman” cars, I’ve seen quite a few little Fiats around with a similar shape to the Bambino, although the engine size is generally 550 cc now instead of the old 500. Inflation I suppose.