I’ve been doing family history research and was surprised to see the amount of info available via naa.gov.au and trove.nla.gov.au even though my family are fairly recent immigrants. If you haven’t already it is worth taking a look at these free resources…

Really missing my grandfather today. Maybe seeing my son in his soccer uniform has done this…regardless we are serving up tears this Friday evening.

Winston. Before and after he remembers he can open the doors (and he has a dog door besides).

Really fucking hate epilepsy. That’s all.

I’m staying alone near my son’s school camp, in case he has a seizure and needs me. It is peaceful here, and I have zero commitments unless I get a call. I turned off my alarm. My brain: woohoo wake up, it’s 3am!!

“The review also suggests 16 per cent of mortgagees with existing loans are trapped…” thewest.com.au/business/econo… MORTGAGORS. I’m just shouting into the abyss at this point.

Some thoughts on an0m admissibility and the judgment in R v TB & CD egreaves.com.au/an0m-admissibi…

I forgot to take a photo when they were fresh out the oven…I hope it is a happy and restful day for all.

Erm how did my 9yo just casually drop Homer’s Odyssey into conversation? 😵‍💫

A person who may have want for legal services seen talking to a lawyer. (Not my favourite lawyer by any stretch, but nonetheless…) I am shocked. The outrage factory must really be looking for something to do.

Researching my husband’s family tree: wading through Burke’s landed gentry/commoners. Mine: scrolling through endless lists of victims of Soviet political repression. Sometimes it just hits different.

Sitting with this today, and thinking about whose names are told, and whose tragedies are simply colour for other people’s stories. It is an impressive piece of writing, for what it is worth. cdn.theatlantic.com/media/archives…

Full marks to the next door neighbour who only giggled a little bit when he came to rescue me from the pool pump enclosure. Zero marks for the person (me) who failed to specify a hole to reach a hand through to open the latch from the inside.

Am reading late 19th/early 20th century marriage and divorce records. They don’t mince words. “Reason for divorce: hatred”

7-8am on a school day when you have 2 kids - *perfect* time for your husband to do a video call from the home office. And hello, here comes the council, unannounced, with a truck (which means it is the dog’s duty to bark) to plant a tree on the verge…

Happy days! Very grateful to a wonderful friend who found this circa 1920 edition of Mrs Beeton’s in a secondhand bookshop. Is there anything better than an old book?

Things the “young people” don’t seem to understand (aka stuff that made me feel old yesterday): - what the “briiing briing” noise means - what a LAN party is - jeans that are not cropped at the ankle

Apparently a visit to #secretlab was essential while we were in Singapore…and then the chair arrived…