for Chemo Chic. And every day the beach and the sunshine beckon me away from
my laptop. By the time I return with my hair full of salt and my brain befuddled
with bliss it seems that the only realistic course of action is to lie on the couch
and languidly eat a mango whilst Samantha makes us a nice cup of tea.
I’m in Australia, in case you hadn’t twigged. In a way, I’m having the holiday that I
missed out on two years ago when Nick did the dirty and our 'dream vacation' all went lurching hideously sideways. I’ve spent time in Tasmania, visiting Mum, Aunty Noni and my cousins Fay and Matilda. The weather was sublime. We swam every day with the giant
stingrays in the aquamarine water of the bay. Stingrays are gentle souls really, as
long as you don’t step on them. They hear you coming and just glide ahead like a
guard of honour. I spent a lot of time standing on Mum’s verandah watching
them moseying around on the sand, doing their stingray thing. Tasmania is rightly
famed for its food. We did all the usual
for salads, beans, peas, zucchini, potatoes, corn, kale…
Tony, now deep into married life; Lulu; Jimmy and of course Samantha, Lyla, Lily,
Felix the cat and Lola the one-eyed pug. Living in Watson’s Bay is as bonkers as
ever. Thank the Lord.
And now so much time has passed by I’m at a loss as to where to begin the catch-
up. So I’m just going to start posting up snippets, going back and forth in time to
try to fill in some of the details of the past six or seven weeks.