is a weekly diary to keep our UK 'gapping' daughter in touch with the family life she leaves behind in sydney

FOOTBALL CRAZY

Last Sunday morning, at the slightly irritating time of 7.30am, Tristan began his football season again. Playing the winners of last year’s grand final, Tris scored a great goal and his team went on to win 5-1. I love watching him play, I hope he never stops. His drumming is progressing well too, and he now taps out endless rhythms on anything. Given that this is driving us nuts, I can hardly wait for the real...

MORNING THEFT

Dear Alice, Why is it that people say they ’slept like a baby’ when we all know babies actually wake up every two hours? Why is it that toasters include settings that burn toast to a blackened crisp, when no-one in the their right mind could possibly want to eat the result? If Jimmy cracks corn and no-one cares, why did some idiot write a stupid song about him? When a deaf person goes to court, is it...

THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN

Dear Alice, Well it’s probably a long way from your consciousness, but it still burns brightly in mine. This week however, I have had little choice but to concede defeat and pay your $50 train fine. I really have done all I can to get leniency from the computer robots at the State Debt Recovery Office. Due to a small technicality though, they have simply refused to budge or respond like human beings ought. Each of...