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.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The Colour Red II
Okay, so this is colour with a capital C and a 'u', (as we have it here in NZ), and with red in the more literal sense, in celebration of our superb springtime bottle-brush, and until my next embarrassing dream colours my cheeks that shade...