Why cataract surgery can be dangerous for women

Anyone who has been following this blog for a while will know that I recently had cataract surgery. Now any woman who has had this procedure will tell you that the new lenses bring every speck of dirt and every cobweb, no matter how high your ceilings are, into sharp detail. My hair has been various shades of bottled blonde since I was in my thirties. OK, a long time. Even when we’re on the road I colour my hair, slapping on the chemicals and wrapping my head in plastic wrap. Last weekend I was cleaning the house and colouring … Continue reading Why cataract surgery can be dangerous for women

Night Noises

Loch – There’s a possum growling outside our window. Toora – We have a rabbit under our van. I’m calling it Rosemary after the herbs along the fence. A wind farm is on the hill behind us, swooshing like an ultrasound of my heart. Marlay Point – We nod off as waves lap the shore fanned by a stiff breeze. Gillards Beach and Broulee – pounding surf. Albury – traffic, bloody traffic, why did we choose a city? Whorouly – more growling possums, like old men with consumption. Continue reading Night Noises

At least it’s not a red light!

Freedom camping is all about keeping devices charged. Phones and Kindles and iPads and the like must be charged whenever we have 240volt power. When we don’t have ‘town power’ we use an inverter to power up our devices via our van’s 12volt plug. We all have a variety of methods of charging things up and avoiding the dreaded flat battery. When freedom camping the nights are dark, black as pitch. There’s no glow from the microwave clock to light the way to the bathroom and there’s no glimmer of a street light through a gap in the blinds when … Continue reading At least it’s not a red light!