A Private Birth and Passionfruit Sponge Cake

When I was pregnant with my third child I thought I would go to the luxury end of town for the birth.  A new private hospital had opened offering spacious delivery suites with every mod-con including spa baths and heat packs and bean bags and drugs; lots of drugs, but what sealed the deal was […]

Vanilla Slice and…Not Everyone Can be a Ballerina

I went to ballet classes when I was growing up.  Did five years of them.  Every Thursday afternoon from 4-5pm. Mrs Warwick was the teacher.  She was an older woman who ran the classes from a studio she’d purpose-built in her backyard.  She had carrot-read hair piled on top of her head like she was […]