A memory

The saddest thing I ever saw is not the children's graves.

Marble tombstones. Flowers, teddies, whirligigs. Crayon drawings, handwritten notes.

Though that is sad enough.

But the saddest thing I ever saw is the marble tombstone.

Flowers, teddies, whirligigs. Crayon drawings, handwritten notes.

And the father's name scratched off.

signs

On a walk I took quite some time ago. Perhaps eighteen months.

First of all, I saw this sign in the cake shop.


Then I saw these lit up signs.


And last of all, I saw this sign. It was heaps funnier before I realised it said small, not snail.

hindley street

My children say 'can we stay in the car and read?' and I say 'no'.

My biggest boy says 'how does that shopkeeper know your name?' and the shopkeeper says, as he hands me my book and my magazine, 'she comes in here a lot'.

I say 'shall we get a CD' and after we'd tried all of the ones on the listening post, we bought the B52s.

My youngest boy says as we pass the men (young and old) sitting at outside tables, inhaling things from hookah pipes of silver and glass 'when I'm an adult, that's what I can do' and I open the car and say 'let's go home, I have to start the tea'.

welcome to adelaide

Adelaide Airport Carpark, Adelaide