…is not worth more than lots and lots of birds in an awesome book called it’s not always black and white. Today I’m sharing the love, humour, and perception of Australian Continue Reading →

Yes, I know, I’ve been writing about the SPCA a bit recently. But it’s a cause I really believe in, and if I can do any thing to help (that Continue Reading →

Ok, if you’ve read any of my previous posts, or know anything at all about me, you’ll be very aware I am cat-obsessed. But I’ve sunk to a whole new Continue Reading →

I’m a wuss. A wimp. A terrible soft soft thing like cotton tissues that break when you use them for a sniffle, or maybe the inside of a Lindt truffle. Continue Reading →

I stayed up til some ridiculous hour last night finishing The Girl Who Played With Fire, which is the second book in the Lisbeth Salander threesome. This book could also Continue Reading →

I rarely gloat. In fact, I like to think of myself as an extremely modest person. (Is it gloating calling yourself modest? And how come the more I say the Continue Reading →

I’m doing acouple days’ work for the National Library and how bizarre it feels. So far, even though I’m back in Wellington in the same flat, I’ve managed to avoid Continue Reading →

How many people out there are after my own heart! It still amuses me that the top searches on my blog are “funny cats” and “crazy cat lady.” I am Continue Reading →

I am procrastinating writing more job applications. Naughty, I know, but, as surprising as it is, I do get tired of trying to convince people I’m perfect. Being bored and Continue Reading →

A poem I wrote for a very special man I met in Canada.. I once poured a man a beer as he sat by the bar Many thoughts in his Continue Reading →