Category: my journal

Demolition becomes Day of Drama

Day one of demolition of our Belair house began badly. We had taken a packed lunch to await the arrival of the bulldozer which was to begin to take down the house.  It was already a bare shell, stripped of its terra cotta tiles, skirtings and timber floorboards.  The Baltic pine kitchen, too, had been […]

Thursday October 7th, 2010 in my journal | 3 Comments »

37 cubic metres of Sea-change

 after flaking out for a few hours, he drove me to Hindmarsh Island ahead of the moving van, where I lay on a sleeping bag for a few more hours. I felt as frail as a newborn kitty and here is where the benefits of marriage come into play – husband orchestrated the delivery of the […]

Thursday October 7th, 2010 in my journal | 2 Comments »

Moving- a mountain of a task

Was it John Lennon who once wrote “life is what happens when you are busy making other plans’’.  We have lived this songline for the last few months as our carefully laid plans to uproot our lives, move house, demolish and begin to rebuild, have gone astray through unforeseen circumstances. I am sitting here reflecting […]

Tuesday September 21st, 2010 in my journal | No Comments »

Cuisine, culture from OZ to Cordon Bleu-Paris

Ooh la la! I will speak at Le Cordon Bleu Paris. The exciting spin-offs from my book From France With Love continues with an extraordinary offer to address students at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris this Saturday, September 11. Of course such an offer didn’t simply drop from the sky while we are holidaying in […]

Tuesday September 7th, 2010 in my journal | 2 Comments »

Grandma’s cooking capers

I am on grandma duty in my daughter Serena’s London home, while she celebrates a late birthday high tea with husband, Jon, at Claridges. My three grandkids – two boys aged 8 and 6 and a three year old grand-daughter – are poised to do what they love – play endless computer games or watch […]

Wednesday September 1st, 2010 in my journal | No Comments »

Red buses, red telephone boxes and black taxis

RED double decker buses, red telephone boxes on streets and countless boxy, black taxis lined up at Heathrow Airport. It must be London. The wonders of air travel dawn on me as I take a bright blue taxi and pull up outside Chesterfield House,in Chesterfield Gardens, Mayfair where my Adelaide friend, lawyer Diane Myers is […]

Wednesday September 1st, 2010 in my journal | No Comments »