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Category Archives: Tasmania
An Interview with Thalia and Bianca
I am SO delighted to have some very special guests on the blog today.
My Australian readers – especially the ones from Tasmania – will already be very familiar with Thalia and Bianca. They are two beautiful ladies, University of Tasmania students, and extremely talented chefs, who recently made it to the top five of My Kitchen Rules (and should really have made it even further, grumble grumble…).
Thalia and Bianca made a point on My Kitchen Rules of showcasing the wonderful food produce that Tasmania has to offer, and it seems especially appropriate to publish this interview with them today, given that it has just been announced that later this year Tassie will host a major gala event for the world’s biggest foodies.
Over to them…
Easter, and an Anniversary
It is Easter Sunday. The bunny came by this morning, dropped off a chocolate egg for each of us. We lay in bed, read books, came down for a bacon and pancake breakfast. Now the log fire is burning, there is a bottle of something bubbly open, and DorkySon is sitting on the floor finger painting. Judging by the heavy scent in the air, the roast beef is about twenty minutes from done. Continue reading
Testing, testing
Disclaimer: If you’re of a nervous disposition and/or related to me in any way, you should probably give this one a miss. Just saying.
It’s always a bit nerve-wracking seeing a new doctor, isn’t it? A good GP isn’t just someone who writes out your prescriptions, it’s someone you have to really trust. A good GP needs to be someone you’re comfortable to have see you at your weakest and most vulnerable – someone who, over time, gets to know all the foibles of your little family.
After we moved, finding a new family doctor was the one thing that I kept pushing to the bottom of the to-do list. But six months into Tasmanian life, when everything else on the list had been ticked off, I finally had to get on and do it.
To save time, I made a double appointment. We could zip through the list of things DorkySon needed – vaccinations, allergy testing, height and weight – and then zip through mine – a couple of prescriptions and a referral for some blood tests – and be out of there in a single trip.
It went really well. The doctor was very nice. A mother herself, she had a very sweet manner with DorkySon, and the fifteen minutes passed without tears or drama. Continue reading
Swimming
I have always disliked swimming.
Show me a warm, soothing sea and I’ll happily bob around in it all day; floating for hours as the sun warms my face, diving down to pick shells from the sandy seafloor, and emerging occasionally for a piña colada and another chapter of my book.
But lengths of a pool? Proper swimming? I hate it.
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