Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
A room with a view
Spring getting more serious now, this is the view from my study window today, with only a little cheat adding a stoop to clear the top frame of my little window, and a good portion of zoom. Still, not a bad view to write to, methinks.