So this started to interest me. Last Saturday, as news of a Powerhouse “backflip” began to proliferate across the headlines – neatly paving the way for Don Harwin’s readmission to Cabinet the following day – I wondered idly what had changed. Activist groups welcomed the
The other (city) end of the Parramatta Powerhouse catastrophe is every bit as destructive of precious public assets… https://www.smh.com.au/national/powerhouse-museum-will-run-out-of-puff-in-parramatta-20200618-p553yc.html
So we scarpered on down to the farm to collect the fridge. That sounds so simple and would have been, had not the sparky texted as we were sitting in the drenching Friday arvo rush-hour out of Sydney to say he’d be there the next
https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/parramatta-should-be-our-jewel-but-we-ve-trashed-its-treasures-20200611-p551so.html
Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water…Pandemic Lessons in Patience #65. https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/take-a-number-the-rules-of-synchronised-socially-distanced-swimming-20200604-p54zo1.html
What a punishment, egad. A forced morning meander through the Sydney autumn. Back in March when E, forcibly exiled from her beloved film studies in the UK, squeaked back in under the closing portcullis, we had little choice but to quarantine at the farm. (The
We’ve all been partying too hard, too long. Universities have been partying harder than most. Is this the moment for revolution? https://www.smh.com.au/national/the-decline-of-universities-where-students-are-customers-and-academics-itinerant-workers-20200528-p54xbd.html
There was no dunny. The cabin had been erected early July but, come September, there was still no dunny. It had to be off-grid, of course, composting, nothing out the other end but inoffensive garden-friendly fertiliser. With a bit of research I’d found a system
