Slap me with a salami, I’m in Tuscany

I’m a summer person, I love the heat, I love Australia in the summer. I’ve never really understood why people could be so passionate about autumn or fall. Everything starts to go quiet, no more swimming or daylight savings. Pumpkin-spiced lattes and misty cold mornings, not for me. But I get it now. The colours,... Continue Reading →

Scratching my back with George

It’s been a loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg time in the making, but I’m finally in Italy. When I was in year two at school, eight years old, we had a teacher who loved to play guitar and sing, so to help us remember the things we were being taught we would write songs. I think he secretly wanted... Continue Reading →

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