Thursday, April 2, 2009

Oscar Wilde's tomb

Pere Lachaise cemetary, Paris.
I took this photo on my 4th trip to Paris in 1990.
Ah Oscar. Such a modern.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My parents' wedding

On their wedding day (registry office, London) in 1961.
My father died of smoking related lung cancer in 1965 when I was 18 months old.
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in Paris

with requisite baget and beret; living on bread, wine, cheese, like every good backpacker.

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Room with a view

From my bedroom in Modena; Church on the right, popular for weddings, bells tolled and pigeoned startled.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009

The night I met Yehudi

Melbourne late 1980s, I went to see him play. Afterwards I noticed a few people heading backstage. Why not follow? He clasped my hand and looked at me quizzically but all I asked for was his autograph on the programme. Of course later I realised he thought I might be some relation - as he had married and divorced an Australian some years before. Well perhaps he thought that. Anyway this autographed photo has hung on my walls ever since.
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Gabriel's 4th birthday party

Here's Gabriel refusing to acknowledge there's a party going on around him. He kept his eyes shut for about 30 minutes. Anthony had to move him from one activity to another. The children here are involved in a block building competition. They also had a sack race, pass the parcel, spoon and marshmallow race, musical chairs, statues and a pinata.
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Sunday, January 18, 2009

my baby starts child care tomorrow

Llewelyn goes to day care tomorrow. My last child enters the system. The babymoon is over, as is my maternity leave in 2 weeks. He'll just stay a short time to inure him to it all.
I have to finally put my mind to lesson preparation and be more organised than I've ever been in life before.
The daycare is cool about L being in cloth nappies and giving him expressed breast milk, as well they should be.
Lovely Llewy has only been in MCNs ,and through trial and error and a few dollars under the bridge, we have found the ones that suit him best.
I'll add some photos of them.
I'm not patient enough to reduce the size of the photos and then return to attach them to posts, so they'll have their own little chapters to themselves.

Gabriel went to the annual Thomas the Tank Engine show today and is very chuffed.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Vampire baby

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Caroline in Venice

I had been on a wayward trip to Trieste with a mad Irishman, we were searching for the footsteps of James Joyce. I thought I was in love, but he was a 28 year old virgin and planned to stay that way.

This photo was on our way home to Modena in Reggio Emila, where i lived. I am sitting on the steps opposite Venice train station across the Canal Grande. The longest my then hennaed hair has ever been.
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