Dave's not super great at keeping in contact with his mates.  I, on the other hand, am brilliant at it.  Maybe I have too much time on my hands, but I can punch out a dozen postcards a week to various people just to let them know I'm thinking of them (please don't feel like... Continue Reading →

Small things have always made me happy.  Today it is, sand in my bed, sand in the stroller, sand in the maxi cosi, sand in the bath.  Two happy children on the beach, one paddling with a friend the other talking to herself.  Great coffee, wonderful sun, smell of spring in the air, hanging washing on... Continue Reading →

We've just come off the back of a whole week of terrible weather.  But, amongst the gloom, I did have a giggle when I peeked out of our front window to see a council worker, with a high pressure hose, cleaning the street sign.  Those who know me, know I love clean.  Seems this country... Continue Reading →

Today, a mate from Australia asked me how I was, I told her I was great, but tired.  Tired? Busy? What is that you do over there, she asked?In January, we bought and moved into a new house in a new country;In February, we delivered a delightful new baby into the world;In March, my sister was here... Continue Reading →

We have just arrived home from a week in Turkey (a blog to come about the actual holiday).  It's 0115 right now and the kids are asleep and Dave is in the shower.  I've got a full bottle of red next to me and I think I might demolish it.  How did we get here?It... Continue Reading →

Dutch is quite a tricky language.  When my parents emigrated to Australia, they were advised by the school teachers to ditch their native language and only use English at home.  Being great Aussies, they did that.  Unfortunately, that means that whilst my Dutch vocabulary is pretty schmick, my grammar leaves quite a lot to be... Continue Reading →

One of the things that still amazes me about life in The Netherlands is the bike culture. Living in Sydney I was never one for riding a bike. I liked the odd mountain bike ride but to ride as a mode of transport was both anti-social and straight up dangerous. I write a lot in this... Continue Reading →