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About six on the Richard scale or going with the flow – there is a difference

Following a successful conference in Silicon Valley and some ultra-vexatious logistical hurdles while relocating to San Francisco, this morning I checked into a hotel in the Bay Area - mentally already able to sense the cool sheets that would soon be enveloping my aching bones. After two previous attempts to get suitable accommodation, relieved to …

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Discover your mould, mould it to your liking or smash it Hoppa-style and reassemble at leisure

One of the reasons I've been finding things so tough, even on top of the YOPD, is that I don't really fit the mould. Never have, not any mould... After another long but ultimately good day I found myself prostrate on the Queensize at around 2am, having somehow dragged my trusted Chromebook and Pixel phone …

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Fear and self-loathing – a pitfall of one’s own making

A few weeks ago on a bright early Sunday morning after having Ubered two girls back to their respective homes following what most likely had been 'a big night', I noticed I was quite close to Bouddi National Park. Climbing the gorgeous steep hills in the trusted Holden (one of those winding and twisting mountain …

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School of hard knocks – can I go home now, please?

Just got back from Officeworks where I scanned some recent specialists' reports to send on to Parkinson's NSW in preparation of yet another claim for NDIS support,  only to learn via SMS that once again, my precious Newstart payments have been suspended. This, farcically, is because I've been remiss in not having pounded the streets …

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The art of looking good while feeling utterly disposable

In a country where not that long ago but certainly pre-Turnbull days, it would have been quite feasible to find oneself downing a scooner in shorts and T-shirt (I won't say singlet) while standing at the bar of a hotel (read pub) next to the Prime Minister or other such exalted presence, equally dressed in …

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Sanctuary, solace and sensibility

On the caffeine progress front things are looking up. Yesterday, I only spilt half my latte, with the passengers's seat bearing the brunt of the slip-up on this occasion. Am just checking in to say, I'll be enjoying a much needed self-imposed retreat, away from the social media minutiae and most other temporal distractions. So, …

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Parkinson’s schmarkinson’s – where there’s a will there’s a way

I love a thing we Aussies have, it's called Council Cleanup or Pickup or whatever. What it boils down to is, that if you have some old crap you'd like to rid yourself or your husband of (e.g. his much loved abominably decorative 80s jumpers ..), you simply put it on your doorstop where it …

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Proof of identity – it’s a fair cop

Funny, the things you unearth when - after a few decades of roaming around this ole world - you feel as though maybe, just maybe you've ended up somewhere you could tentatively imagine you could start breathing and stop treading water... (mixed metaphor alert). Opened another box I had lost sight of for years and …

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