Veronika Wild

* Marjorie Bligh is Tasmania's very own Household Goddess Meanwhile I have almost finished cleaning the post fairy -strike house – we didn’t have time to do it before our hasty departure. It’s not easy assembling gear for five people – one of them a baby, for an overland journey of 3,000 Km. The hardest part was of course squishing it all in together with three car seats, the kids and us. Anyway, I thought I was finally down to the last load of washing -it’s been a perfect day for it and the glue and glitter on my bedspread has almost come out, but I have just discovered another stash of ants, chocolates and empty wrappers under the couch and that the couch has an even layer of sunscreen.  Should I attack it with my usual weapon of choice Earth –friendly, multipurpose cleaner? Or will this ruin the leather? Or do I have to comfort myself with the knowledge that the couch will never suffer from skin cancer? PS. 13/2/2011. In the bookshop today. Marjorie Bligh has a...

Well, life is almost back to normal. The house is clean, the washing is done and the garbage men have been, so I am up bright and early, showered, dressed and fed before 7.15. I just caught the recyclers leaving - I always thought they were the same people as the Garbage Men, but they aren't. They have a lovely painted truck. I'll have to leave out something separate for them this Christmas - wonder if they like Macadamia Shortbreads? - or maybe Easter eggs since they are already in the shops. Loved the Caption on the side too - "The Rat Race."  They should employ more graffiti artists on jobs like this, better than all that pointless tagging. There are a couple of unseen taggers at work in the neighbourhood and this would be a far better thing for them to do than defacing every freshly painted wall they see. Perhaps it is a desperate form of job application. All that 's missing now are the flowers.  It's one of nature's lulls and there a...