This is my cat, Lucifer, at his holiday home, day two.
Lying in the sun, on HIS mat - the one that he uses at home. On my friends' dining room table.
He has a lovely cat tree with a perch that looks out onto the oval and the wetlands, but no, he has to sleep on his mat on the kitchen table.
Spoiled much?
I dropped him off yesterday lunchtime. He stayed with these friends three weeks ago and they seemed to get on well. Last time, he didn't come upstairs before I left.
This time, we went upstairs to have a cup of tea, then minutes later we hear the sound of pads tapping against the wooden stairs. He had arrived.
Ten minutes after that Pat was sitting on the floor talking to him. Pat seems to love this little critter.
Pat is the one who goes downstairs to collect his toys so that his Lordship can pay with them upstairs.
Pat is the one who is begrudgingly sharing HIS chair with the cat.
He also hand feeds him stinky treats (Churrus - cats love them, but they stink).
Lucifer is a jammy sod.
On the good side of things, I know that he's very happy with my friends, just as I know that they're very happy with the cat sharing opportunity. We're all cat people. I used to look after their cats many years ago and I loved having some critters to give some love to.
Bit still, having your sleep mat put ON the kitchen table. Who does he think he is?
Another weekend, another trip to Darwin. Oh, what fun! So, I'll be doing this as I'll be packing, with the endeavour that once I've finished this, I will have everything packed and ready to go.
Lots of things. Pissing about on my phone being the worst culprit. Procrastinating is my other bad happy, hence me leaving for the airport in two hours and still not being packed.
2. What do you wish you knew more about?
That's a hard one as I'm a curious person and I want to know more about everything. There is a part of me which would like to know more about Aboriginal culture. At school 40 years ago, we were taught nothing as were the times. Now, there is a big push to learn more about our First Nations people and their culture.
3. What’s the best way to start the day?
With a cuddle. I love when the cat decides I'm worthy of a cuddle in the morning.
4. What mystery do you wish you knew the answer to?
What really happened to Harold Holt and Lord Lucan.
Harold Holt was our Prime Minister the year I was born, and he disappeared from a beach outside of Melbourne never to be seen again. Was it a shark? A Chinese submarine? Did he just drown? Who knows.
Lord Lucan is a British Mystery from about the same time. He allegedly killed his nanny and was never seen again. Odds on his mates smuggled him to Eswatini or some other upper-class scandal.
5. What’s your favorite genre of book or movie?
I love literary fiction, if that can be classed as a genre. I do read romance and the odd crime novel, but I do prefer modern literary fiction.
For movies, I do love Art House or foreign film but give me a good comedy or rom com any day. Good dramas can be very sustaining too.
6. What’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home?
The other side of the world - numerous times. Being from Australia, everything fells like other end of the world. So, Inverness in Scotland is the furthest North I've been in Britain, and Salem, Massachusetts the furthest North I've been in the USA.
7. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been?
I will put this down to the last year. I was in Paris and I spent an afternoon at the Paris Archives. They were amazing. There was an exhibition about Marie Antoinette, set in this old building. It was fascinating. And in French.
8. When was the last time you climbed a tree for fun?
When I was in my twenties, a friend and I were in Ireland, and we went to a place called Glendalough. I remember climbing a tree there. That was around thirty years ago.
9. What do you consider to be your best find?
I was in KMart this morning, picking up a vegetable peeler to take to Darwin with me. I also found this little gadget which when you've opened a can of beans or chickpeas (garbanzo beans) you can put it over the lid and you can strain the can. I love that idea. It means you don't have to get the strainer dirty.
10. What’s special about the place where you grew up?
It is very green and very pretty. Gorgeous part of the world.
11. What age do you wish you could permanently be?
I reckon I'd like to be 38 again. 38 was good. 38 you haven't got the joys of menopause wreaking havoc - never a bad thing.
12. What fictional place would you most like to go?
Hogwarts. I'm a witch. I'd fit right in.
13. Where is the most relaxing place you’ve ever been?
L'Hotel de l'Orange in Sommieres, Occitanie, France. It's just magic. I am booked to go back next year in September.
14. What’s the most interesting piece of art you’ve seen?
I'm a big fan of Francis Bacon. I can stare into his works for hours.
I also once got to spend half an hour with Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring. It was amazing to look at what that man did with light and brush strokes.
15. Who has impressed you the most with what they have accomplished?
I was watching the Paralympics the other week. Every person competing is incredibly inspirational.
This film is for two sorts of people. Those who are into their Marvel Cinematic Universe and DC Comics, and those who like movies where things blow up and the humour is just a bit wrong. Oh, and there is a killer soundtrack.
If you're up on your comic book lore and have a love of the goriness that is Deadpool, you'll be fine. And like all other Deadpool movies, the humour is fifty shades of wrong. In this you have both Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman playing off each other. It's fun. And Hugh Jackman's torso is something to be admired.
And yes, this movie delivers on the action and the spit take humour, but if you had no idea about the world of Deadpool and Marvel and Wolverine, you'd be scratching your head.
Don't ask me about the plot. According to RottenTomatoes.com, it goes along the lines of "Deadpool's peaceful existence comes crashing down when the Time Variance Authority recruits him to help safeguard the multiverse. He soon unites with his would-be pal, Wolverine, to complete the mission and save his world from an existential threat."
Doesn't mean much to you? Well, with all the bloody violence and spit takes, does it matter?
Of the things I really liked:
When they went into The Void, they met up with all these defunct superheroes - Elektra (Jennifer Garner, Blade (Wesley Snipes), Johnny Storm (Chris Evans) and this strange, never seen before character called Gambit (Channing Tatum at his dorky best).
The violence was the sort that I can tolerate easily, as I've found all Deadpool movies. It's silly and stylised.
It's great seeing some English actors in the film. Matthew Macfadyen and Emma Corrin were very good - and fun in this.
And the soundtrack is a killer.
I won't say too much more than this. I think I might have enjoyed this a little more if I had gone with some friends to laugh along with. Mind you, I really liked the spit take factor in this film. it's very inappropriate in places - and you have to love it for that.
Just because something is a little predictable doesn't mean it's going to be bad, and Touch, though a little predictable in places, breathes fresh life into the timeless trope. After seeing this advertised as playing at the Scandinavian Film Festival, I had to hunt it out. I'm glad I did. What came about is a wonderful two hours of entertainment, which was both poignant and thought-provoking little film about closing off past regrets and finding your true love. It's sweet. It's beautifully shot. What's not to like? Oh, and it's mainly in English, with a smattering of Icelandic and Japanese for good measure, making it something a bit different.
The story starts in Iceland, where Kristofer (Egill Olafsson) is on the verge of receiving some life-altering health news. The doctor is at the point of advising him to get his ducks in a row and mark a few things off the bucket list. He makes the decision to travel to London, the home of his youth, to try to work out what happened to his love, Miko (Koki), who he met while working at her father's Japanese restaurant in the early 1970s. Kristofer, (Palmi Kormakur) an idealistic student, had dropped out of college to pursue and easier life, meets Miko, a modern girl with a traditional father, is caught between the two cultures - the one provided by her father Takahashi (Mashiro Motaki) and her life in progressive London.
Of course, Kristofer and Miko fall in love, but this is shattered when Takahashi whisks his daughter back to Japan.
Fifty years on, Kristofer is trying to find his lost love.
The biggest incongruity of the film is the modern telling of the older Kristofer travelling in the first weeks and months of COVID. Nobody was travelling then, but it's a film. C'est la guerre...
But despite this being a little predictable, this is a wonderful little film. It's beautifully shot, not only showing modern day Iceland, and Japan, in ways many of us have not seen before. The fact that it's mostly in English also makes it accessible, though the subtitles, used when the speech is in Icelandic or Japanese, are really good.
Baltasar Kormákur's direction is even handed and the movie, which goes between the modern day and 1970s London is easy to follow. I also loved the cinematography, which is done with a lot of love.
Touch was a most wonderful Friday night film. I'm glad I got to see it before it leaves the arthouse cinemas.
The Company/Theatre: The Red Stitch Actors Theatre, St Kilda
Stars: 5
Until 22 September. Tickets are hard to come by.
FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK. That was GOOD!
So, in my attempts to make the most of being in Melbourne while I'm here, and after being impressed with the Red Stitch Actor's Theatre's production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, and the desire to see some less commercial theatre, and being roped in by the advertising, I took myself off to see Iphiginia in Splott.
One of the best decisions I've made this year.
This is an incredible piece of theatre. Indeed, it's an incredible play, which is carried off by one actor who is bound for greatness. Jessica Clarke is a name you should watch out for.
Yes, I'm gasping over this, but in this 70-seater theatre, I got to witness a little bit of magic. One woman on a stage that was barely five metres square.
On entering the stage, Effie (Jessica Clarke) is sitting on the stage scrolling through her phone. Once the audience was settled, off she went.
Effie is the woman who makes you bob your head and cross the road when you see her in the street. She's a slag, a slapper, a chav. These are the names used for her type in England, and in Wales, where the play takes place. In Australia, she'd be classed as the worst kind of bogan (and not the cashed up ones).
For the 90 minutes of the play, Effie takes us through her life - unabashedly unemployed, forever drunk, fond of her grandmother, and salt of the earth when you get to know here. The events of her life turn from comic to tragic at a rapid pace. The last fifteen minutes of the play are some of the most effective theatre I've seen in ages.
Gary Owens play is a timeless indictment on what is wrong with our current culture. As Effie says, the lower class is the ones who feel the cuts in society. They cut and they cut, but what will happen when they can take no more? It's a fabulous tale. Funny, relatable, smart and indeed, tragic in places.
Gary Abraham's direction has the pitch and toss of Effie's performance down pat. Jessica Clarke's performance is raw, at times visceral. This woman will get under your skin. You won't want to like her, but you'll end up loving her very quickly. In some ways, she is everywoman. That part of you that you won't want to admit to. She's plucky. She's a survivor, even if she needs some dusting off.
I won't go into this anymore. On leaving the theatre, we were told there was a Q&A. For once, I didn't stay for it, instead choosing to decompress and wonder at the power of this small stage, this fabulous actor and this stunning play.
Definitely worth getting a ticket to see this. Look out for Jessica Clarke in future. She's going to go places. And see this. You won't regret it.
The new programme of plays came out on the Melbourne Theatre Company website tonight - and I'm feeling a little underwhelmed, as I was with the Sydney Theatre Company 2025 Season.
The Sydney Theatre Company season underwhelmed me because of the fact that I've seen four of the eight plays, not that I will be dibbing into the whole of the season, but I don't need to see these play again, as excellent as they are. Bloom, a musical about an old folks' home is great, but once is enough. And yes, it's playing with a different cast, but I don't need to see that again. Joanna Murray-Smith's Julia is a tour de force, but once is enough, even if Justine Clarke is amazing in the role. And The Dictionary of Lost Words was good - very good. But once is enough.
Suzie Millar'sRBG: Of Many, Onewas in Melbourne a couple of months ago. Again, it's excellent, but I don't need to see it again. The same goes with Happy Days, this time with Pamela Rabe as Winnie, where here in Melbourne Judith Lucy took on the main role.
So, if I want to go to Sydney, for whatever reason, and have a play to see over the weekend, I'm left with Picnic at Hanging Rock and The Talented Mr Ripley. Thankfully they're playing months apart.
The other highlight is at the end of the year is the Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. This is the same production that was on at the Red Stitch Actors Theatre, which transferred to the Comedy Theatre and is some of the best theatre I've seen in Australia in the last 25 years. It might be worth my time. It's worth a though.
The Melbourne Theatre Company 2025 season hasn't grabbed me either - but maybe I need to have more of a thorough read of the program.
It's starting out with a play called 37, which was performed this year. Again, it's excellent, but isn't this a bit of lazy programming. Other hand, it is an incredible play.
They're also doing David Williamson's The Removalists. I think I did that play in my last year of high school.
I'm curious to see how they go about adapting Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca. The MTC are good at adapting classics onto the stage. I enjoyed their North by Northwest and Storm Boy.
They're also going back to doing a Shakespeare - and Much Ado About Nothing is always good as a crowd pleaser. This is their Christmas play. (This year it's an adaption of My Brilliant Career).
The rest of the season seems to be a lot of plays which have done well in London and on Broadway which have been brought over and will be given an Australian lease on life.
Normally, Jay and I get a season ticket. On first glance, this year I'm not so sure.
Word of warning. I'm a big Tim Burton fan. I'm also a fan of cult films and Beetlejuice, the original is one of my favourites. It's a nuts film. But nuts in a good way.
I'm in a number of minds about this sequel, which has come some 35 years after the original. Is it as good as the original - no - but it does a good job trying.
What happens here is Lydia (Winona Ryder) is not having a great time. She's widowed, her teenage daughter Astrid (Jenna Ortega) is giving her grief, her mother Delia (Catherine O'Hara) is still a pain and her odious fiance (Justin Thoreaux) is somebody you'd like to run over.
When her father dies, the family are forced to go back to Winter's Creek, the place where the first Beetlejuice movie takes place to settle up.
When Astrid is kidnapped by a malevolent ghost who takes her into the underworld, Lydia is forced to call on her old enemy, Beetlejuice (Michael Keaton) to provide some of his often-misguided help.
Beetlejuice is having his own issues. His ex-wife (Monica Belluci) is back on the scene.
Sound a bit convoluted. Well, it is. But not in a bad way.
For lovers of the original film, there are enough references to keep you happy. That they had the Banana Boat Song sung by a girls' choir was pure genius. Little things, like Delia's artwork, the model of the town in the attic and the general look and feel of the film.
There are also some wonderful cameos through then film. Willem Dafoe and Danny de Vito being two of them.
And Tim Burton's direction is exactly what you think it's going to be - just a little bit bonkers.
What I loved about this film most of all is that it is a lot of fun. Sure, it missed out on the freshness that the original film had in 1988, but it has just the right mix of nostalgia and new material. I also loved the small musical references to the original film - however Burton has changed tack here and the music is now classic 1970s disco standards.
For the squeamish, there are some slightly off colour sections, but this is to be expected with this director.
Do you have to see the original to enjoy this film - probably not, but it might help in understanding this strange and wonderful world in front of you.
I think that this is probably best for those who love the original film. However, if you want to see a group of actors having a great time, this might be what you are looking for.
Today marks the second year of me using the Duolingo app. Every day. For about 15 minutes. Every day.
My French is still crap, but not as crap as it would be if I hadn't been using it. At the moment, we're looking at the irregular formations of the subjunctive form. What fun!
Over the weekend, I was with a couple of French speakers, so I got the French out again. It was wonderful. I like speaking another language. Okay, I love being able to speak another language fairly well. I love that I speak French with a gentle Australian accent (unlike my compatriot over the weekend, who speaks very good French with a strong Australian accent - which is cute - but my accent is better... )
So today, on the second anniversary of me starting my Duolingo journey, and reconnecting with a language that I love, I've made the decision that next September, I'm returning to France, and Paris. I want to go along to another Gunnas International retreat. I might not opt in for the activities in Paris, but I want to return to the South of France, to Sommieres.
A plan is forming in my head. A week in England. We'll find some things to do over there. Then over to Paris - get to see some of the things I didn't see last time - St Denis, Chartres, wander around la Rive Gauche, maybe go for another mason's meeting at the mothership...I'd like to go wandering galleries and visiting cathedrals and sit at cafes with a coffee wishing that I still smoked. I want to ride the Metro and walk along the Seine...
This need is at a cellular level.
After that, I think a little trip to Rome or Florence might be in order. I haven't been to Italy in 25 years.
So, on this, the second anniversary of my using the Duolingo app, doing my daily French lessons (my old French teacher would be pleased with my progress. I always hated the subjunctive) I'm making a pact with myself to return to Europe.
It means staying employed, and keeping up with the lessons, and scrimping and saving.
But I need this for me.
I want my heart to sing again.
And if I book by New Year's Eve, I get to choose my own room at L'Hotel de l'Orange.
Finally, I'm home. It seemed to take longer to get back from Adelaide after a really good week. I have a hungry cat to deal with, seeing he has been sulking for the last three days at Blarney's place.
Anyway, on with the questions, thanks to Bev at Sunday Stealing.
1. What shows are you into?
I'm currently working my way through Bad Sisters on Apple+. It's darkly funny. I'm also watching Grey's Anatomy from the start again. It's easy television.
2. What’s your claim to fame?
I'm very good at starting arguments from ten kilometres away and being a complete shit stirrer.
3. How often do you play sports?
Actual sports, probably never. But I'm in the gym around three times a week and I love to walk and swim.
4. Are you early or late?
I'm perpetually late. Time keeping is something I have to work at. I'm there for important things - everything else I'm about ten minutes late.
5. What quirks do you have?
As somebody who identifies as neurodiverse, I have many quirks. I'm quirky. There are too many to mention.
6. How often do you people watch?
Multiple times a day. It's one of my favourite things.
7. What’s your favorite drink?
Gin and tonic.
8. What do you hope never changes?
The greatness of 80s music. The smell of cat's and dog's paws in the morning. That you can still drive down onto Silver Sands Beach.
9. What’s your dream car?
A decadent part of me would love a Mercedes sports car. An upgrade to the top of the range Mazda CX-3 or Nissan Juke would be nice. (I currently drive a mid-range Mazda CX-3 - it's just right for me.
10. Where would you rather be from?
In my heart, I am English. Although born and raised in Australia, and my family have been here, on Kaurna lands, for well over 160 years, I still feel English. Though I wouldn't mind being a Parisian either. As long as I had a great job that paid well.
11. What songs have you competely memorized?
As a Gen X Australian, I can sing most of the Cold Chisel back catalogue under my belt. I can definitely sing Khe Sahn without prompting. Don't tell anybody. (It's like an unofficial Australian national anthem). The girls at Gunnas will tell you I can sing along to everything. I know the words to all sorts of obscure songs.
Oh, I know the National Anthem and the Adelaide Crows song too.
12. What would you rate 10/10
The movies Poor Things and Past Lives.
13. What job would you be terrible at?
I'd be an awful engineer - bad at physics. I'd probably be a rotten nurse, and I could never work in a childcare centre. As much as I like kids, I could never work with them. I couldn't be a public servant either - I hate committees with a passion.
I have just spent a day in a room full of people in one form or another. In a lodge room. In a restaurant. I'm staying with friends, but that is not a drag.
Anyway, I'm completely people and noised out.
And because of this, I can only manage a few sentences.
Like Freemasonry is great.
People are noisy.
Adelaide has changed a bit, but not that much.
I could write a lot more, but I need to have my cup of tea and go to bed now, as we are due back in the lodge at 10 a.m. before I go back to Melbourne tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and I have a new cat friend. This is Wink.
Hi is a good substitute for Lucifer, who will be collected on the way back from the airport.
There is a tyranny that comes with age which is never more apparent when you're at a conference and people forget how to behave themselves. This is even more startling when you work out that the world has moved on and those people are left in a virtual wilderness of disdain, confusion and annoyance.
Today I bore witness to this.
It wasn't big. It wasn't clever. And if anything, it was offensive.
As somebody who takes the acknowledgement of country seriously when it is presented at the start of any event, small or large, today's first session at our conference did not go as expected.
"I'm told I have to give a welcome to country. This is my country. Australia. This is Adelaide."
There was a stony silence.
The person delivering this looked smug. They went back to their seat to assorted mumbles.
I don't want to go into a Julia Gillard "I was offended" rant. But I was offended. The Acknowledgement of Country has become an integral part of our public landscape, and it feels wrong to have this have happened. I'm the first person to say that people have a right to their opinions, however, with the Acknowledgement of Country, if you're not going to proffer it with a modicum of respect, then don't give it. Sit down, keep quiet and let the rest of the room get on with it.
And I get that there are people who don't see the value of the Acknowledgement of Country. I don't share their sentiments. I'm willing to discuss personally, at an appropriate time - not air grievances at a public event.
Later in the day, another speaker took the floor. The first thing they did was give another Acknowledgement of Country. This time, a short, respectful version.
As the speaker started to shuffle their notes, a comment from the previous speaker interjected. "Rubbish!"
The room went quiet.
The speaker, a little stunned, bristled and stated, "People are allowed to have a difference of opinion."
They went back to looking at their notes, before straightening and looking the interjector in the eye.
"You disrespect me. You disrespect my family."
The room fell silent.
If I'm honest, they disrespected the rest of the room with their remarks.
From there, the speaker gathered themselves and gave an excellent talk.
After the afternoon's talks, I approached the second speaker and gave them my support, checking in on them. They related that they have indigenous nieces and nephews. To have an acknowledgement of country to be disrespected in such a way is like urinating on his family.
Considering the space in which we found ourselves, where we uniquely dwell on the power of ritual and words, these interactions left a chasm.
I'm still ruminating over the overt disrespect.
It hurt that at a gathering which promotes brotherhood, equality and freedom, that such jarring attitudes, even from one person, can be present.
Returning to Adelaide always brings a strange gamut of emotions. The first one being that of despair in that I’ve left my cat at Blarney’s place while I’m away. All is fine. He will sit in the cupboard and sulk. He’s been fed and interacted with. He will be fine.
The second emotion is instead of hopelessness I’m not sure I want to be Adelaide. I’m here for a Freemasons convention of all things. Our weekend of riding the goat. It will be delightful, but I see myself being peopled out by the middle of the afternoon. I have bought my sparkly notebook so that I can start planning out a novel. I’ve had the idea for this for awhile. The Ladies of Gilgamesh Lodge. I think spending three days with a mob of lady Freemasons will me ample fodder for situations and characters. What is the collective noun for Freemasons? A conclave? A herd? A parliament?
The next feeling that comes to mind is abandonment, if that’s a feeling. For the last 25 years coming back to Adelaide seeing my family. This trip I am not seeing my family. This trip, I really should go down and see my family. My parents have bought a new house in Victor Harbour and I’m moving out of the family after 30 years. Because I am going to be stuck in a convention for the next three days, I will not have an opportunity to drive the 100 km down to Victor Harbor to see them.
I am also feeling a little bit of resentment. When I was setting my out of office on my work email, the last time I took a scheduled day off that wasn’t a public holiday or Me being ill, was in January. I have three days off, I am in Adelaide and my time is not my own. But fight has built me a good hand. I’ve found that I have under packed and need to go shopping. I will be making a break for it at some stage to go down Jetty Road to find something to wear for dinner tomorrow night. If I am really daring, I will also go for a walk down to the end of the jetty. This is where I was born and raised, it feels strange not to do that.
It is raining. Just how I like any city.
Regardless, I am now in Adelaide city of my birth, place that I escaped from in 1991 and never looked back.
I’m always going to have mixed feelings about this place.
Last night's trip to the hairdresser was a bit more expensive that I was expecting. Why? I've had my hair lightened. I think they call it balayage. If you don't see my very often, you'd probably not notice it at all. And it looks natural. And I rather like it.
It was done on a whim.
But I don't get how people can be blonde. Sure, there are lots out there where this is their natural colour - but it's the upkeep! My wonderful hairdresser was telling me that there are people who come to see her every six weeks and spend up near $300 to have their hair done.
As a basic sort of person, who gets a cut and semi-permanent every three months, and the roots filled in between, I'm a pretty low maintenance.
But last night, after a chat, we decided on the balayage, while filling in the roots, with the hope that the slightly lighter hair will take away some of pressure on keeping on my normal colour for keeping the greys at pay (i.e. blondes don't show their greys like we brunettes).
Who is this person that lightens her hair so that the greys are less apparent? Am I really that vain?
I can't and won't go full blonde. I'd look like a fat version of my sister for one. I can't afford it for the other. And the skunk line would do my head in (Just as I can't wear gel or shellac nail polish - if I can't fix what isn't right quickly, I get anxious.)
Around 15 years ago, dream group egged me on to go blonde - something about lighter hair, lighter attitude.
That didn't last long.
Maybe this slightly lighter hair is a good compromise. Stave off the greys, while still being a brunette.
Maybe it is a sign that I'm taking this aging shit seriously even though I really don't like it.
And even if I do go a bit lighter, I'm not cutting it short. Sorry, I'm a Leo. I need my mane.
Don’t try and tell me gluten, dairy, sugar, alcohol and caffeine is boring.
Tonight, I made spring rolls for dinner. Gluten, dairy and sugar free.
I took half a box of mushrooms and chopped them up finely and tossed in a frypan.
I did the same with a chicken breast, throwing the diced breast in with the mushrooms.
Add to that a thumb of grated ginger and some garlic, a tablespoon of soy sauce and a tablespoon of oyster sauce. And okay technically oyster sauce has a bit of sugar in it, but yeah, I’ll wear it. It’s not like I’ve gone and eaten a doughnut
When all was cooked off, I took half a bag of coleslaw mix (no dressing) and tossed that through in the pan with the rest of the mix until it has slightly softened.
This was then rolled into soldiers in rice paper sheets, then gently fried off for a minute or two each side.
They were bloody brilliant.
Yes, I would’ve liked to have them with some of my colleague’s plum sauce that she gifted the team a few weeks ago, but on their own, they were fabulous.
If I can find a few more recipes like this, this regime may be easier.
Tonight, I took Cleo to the gym with me to work out.
Cleo is in Barcelona. I have a phone.
We normally meet on a Monday night session using the weight in my living room. Tonight, for a change, we went back to the gym - which was quite fun.
Cleo was on Messenger on my phone. I gave her a quick tour of the shopping centre to show her all of the stuff that had changed while she had been away - now well over 18 months, before getting into the gym.
Stupidly, I'd left my wireless earphones at home and had to rely on some wired ear buds, but that way by the by. We chatted as she told me what to do around the gym. Some squat and rows, a Cleo favourite, Shoulder presses, high to low wood chops. Three rounds of the buggers. I perched her on the weights of the dormant cable set next to me, so she could see what I was doing.
Out the back of the gym, I did a more spread-out set, with the lat pull downs, super-setted with a leg press, on opposite sides of the studio, followed by walking lunges to get back to the lat pulldown machine. All the while, Cleo sat in my hand, egging me on.
To finish, we went back out front to use the TRX machines.
We ran into Chuck and Cam. Cam is one of my proxy training partners. Chuck and Cleo used to work with each other.
"Hello, Cleo."
"Hey, Chuck!"
"Are you working her hard?" he asked her.
"Of course," we bleated back in unison.
And we finished off our session, leaving Cam to his rather heavy shoulder presses.
I like continuity. I've been working out with Cleo for around ten years now. It was nice to be working out with her in the place we started at.
And for me, exercise is just another way to take back control of my life.
The Whitlams, at the The Corner - my first time at The Corner Hotel
A haircut
And I'll be attempting to remain gluten, dairy, sugar, caffeine and alcohol free.
It's not as bad as it all sounds.
That I've been banned from coffee - both decaf and normal for at least a month, is a bit rich, but I'll do it. I've gone back to carrying vanilla rooibos teabags with me. As almond milk is off the menu for a while as well (unless I make it myself - no thanks - sound messy) it's just rooibos tea - which is thankfully palatable. And ginger and lemongrass tea. And water.
Anyway, I've done my shop for the week, my trolley like a veritable Mother Theresa of food shops. Fruit, vegetables, avocadoes, frozen berries, chicken, fish, gluten free bread, tahini and some LSA...
It's okay. I just have to remember that this is temporary.
The first few days are the hardest, then you get into the swing of it all.
I promise not to whinge for the next two months. It's for the best.
