Thank You!

It’s already New Year’s Day here in Sydney, Australia. Happy New Year to everyone, and thank you for following my little blog, sharing the quirky eats and dropping in to make a comment or two.

Amazing how time just zooms by. I still remember very clearly my first Christmas Day and New Year with my baby girl Lucy. Now, our second one has come and gone in a flurry!

Lucy’s beautiful face was the one that bade me good night in the final moments of 2013 and good morning in 2014. How blessed am I to have so much exquisite beauty always with me? My first breakfast of 2014 was a simple olfactory-gustatory-visual-textural combination microwaved frozen corn with butter and cheese, a sprinkling of sweet paprika, and a few corn chips thrown in for good measure.

2013 was a great year in many ways. Continue reading

budget meal

Arrived in Cardiff, checked into my little cosy room – ensuite! Yesssss! No sharing, YAY! It’s funny how something awful can make everything else so much lovelier. 🙂 There are five tiny ensuite rooms in each apartment, and a common kitchen and lounge. Lovely! No lift, but I didn’t have to lug the thing up three floors this time around, and I am ever so grateful. The organisers have put me up at the Liberty Severn Point. Not as near the Royal Welsh School of Music and Drama as I’d hoped to be, but I am not complaining, it’s good to be hear anyway. I can hear the very busy main road from my room, but anything is quiet compared to my old apartment perched on crazy Oxford Street in Paddington, Sydney! Anyway, I scuttled off to Tesco as soon as the kind man at security brought my suitcase upstairs. Continue reading



Now on the train headed for Cardiff. The one thing I have noticed, this time around, is that there is an appalling lack of decent disability access. Sure, there is wheelchair access and service, but these are hidden and probably on a request basis. There is nothing for people who are mildly mobility challenged, like me. And you know how Aspies so hate to ask for help. A friend remarked that I should have no problem getting the attention of galant men to help me carry my cases around, but the truth is, I don’t even see them anywhere, I am so engrossed in my own bubble of anxiety, trying to figure out where to go, which platform to be at, and the strategy required to lift my load wherever I need to do so! Continue reading