• Senior stressors

    I was at Woolies, yes with my nanna cart, and one of their employees saw me wander in and offered me a copy of the free newspaper, ‘The Senior (TASMANIA.’ As you can see, it’s been enjoyed by over 22,000 seniors and further blurb inside informed me that it was suitable reading for someone, like…

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  • Here you go darlin’

    It is weird to say that you’re in love with a bus system? Stuff it: I’m in love with MetroTas. Buses turn up every ten minutes where we’re currently located in Moonah and it was easy to buy a green credit card thingy from their office in Elizabeth Street, run by fifty-something ladies who all…

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  • Men in shorts

    There’s a trend I’m noticing here in Hobart. It’s the middle of winter; the sun disappears at a rate that the Scandinavians would be familiar with and there are so many men wearing shorts. Why? I was returning from the post office around 9:30am this morning and it was 6C. Yes, the sun was out,…

  • Barrel-bodied big nose

    I see him scuttling alongside the walking path. Is it a rat, pygmy kangaroo or a mutant mouse… It disappears too quickly before I can whip my phone out and take a photo. Each day I see ‘him.’ As a female myself, I don’t know why I automatically ascribe a male gender to any cute,…

  • Tentative Tasmanian hits the road

    It’s a strange, discombobulated feeling – yes, I wanted to add that first for my first blog entry – arriving back to your home country after twelve years overseas. My biggest fear? Driving on the left hand side of the road again. Surrounded by humungous twin cab utes, relatively unknown in Europe which usually has…