It’s very quiet around these parts of late.
Our family of five is just three.
It’s very quiet on the home front and I keep cooking way too much at each meal time.
Master SY senior has moved back to his residential college on campus at uni and Miss SY has moved in and started first year at my old college.
She’s embraced college life with as much enthusiasm as her brother did last year. Just with more cushions.
Am hoping she doesn’t take seriously this gift from her former employers at Willow and Bird.
Exciting for me – maybe not so for her – is that I get to show up at college a lot this year.
It’s celebrating its Centenary. Last Saturday night some of us “old girls” got to mingle with the new girls at the launch of the Centenary year.
I was disappointed that nary a permed head of hair nor taffeta frock could be seen. VERY UNLIKE back in the day.
Much to ALL my children’s embarrassment, they’ve been getting more than the usual quota of hugs of late.
I’m afraid they’ll just have to live with it.
The teenagers were about the same age as Mr SY junior is now when Daniel Morcombe first disappeared. Mr SY and I were working at the Sunshine Coast Daily at the time and we both agree it’s the story that most sticks in our mind from our time as journos.
It was all too close to home for so many of us.
Read these stories by my friends and former Daily workmates – Debbie’s Letter to Daniel and For the Morcombes, The After Time begins – for an insight into how personally so many were affected by what happened to Daniel on that December day.
The Morcombes symbolise dignity and selflessness.
The very worst thing happened to their son, yet each day since that moment they’ve determinedly showed up to not only fight until they found him and that justice was served but also to work tirelessly to help educate all Australian kids about keeping safe.
Work they’ll continue to do with your help.
So, last Friday as we were celebrating a family dinner by the river and the lights were switched on Brisbane’s Story Bridge, it filled my heart to see that my new home felt the same as the Sunshine Coast did.
It was a sight to behold and my dodgy Instagram photo doesn’t do it justice. Check out these professional photos here.
I’m loving that it is so much easier for us to catch up with family, now that we mostly all live in the same city.
Mr SY manned the barbecue for a recent family birthday bash at the “bowlo”.
I whipped up a flourless chocolate and raspberry cake which sadly yielded no leftovers.
Raspberries have been oh high rotation of late thanks to the discovery of a value-for-money source at Jan Power’s Queen St farmers’ markets.
Wanted to buy Mr SY one of those old lady shopping trolley thingies so he can do all the food shopping each week. He poo-poo-ed the idea but does come home on a Wednesday with a bag full of assorted bites and pieces for dinner the next night.
This buffalo mozzarella was put to very good use.
Like good-value BYO restaurants that serve up tasty fresh food? You’ll love Cafe De Siam in Paddington.
It’s an unassuming kind of place but one that we’re very glad to have stumbled upon – first through a post-move takeaway order – and lately as a place to grab a fresh, healthy dinner.
On the home soft furnishing front, I continue to mix things around. Last week it felt like a yellow and pink week.
This week it’s blue and pink … and say hello to this new addition.
Walked passed Du Monde on Saturday and heard it calling my name.
Over to you … tell me three – or more – things you’re loving right now. Go!