The Book

A calamitous but common occurrence of events led to me waking up on the trundle bed in between...

I’m lying in bed next to Reservoir Mum. I have a book opened but turned over on the doona and I’m...

I’ve just jack-knifed the Tarago into the curb outside the boy’s primary school and – despite...

It’s 7am, the weather is slowly turning and for the first time this year I’m standing in the...

‘I think I’m going to revive Reservoir Dad,’ I say to RM, who’s leaning on to the kitchen bench,...