Same Same But Different

We came into this world on the same day. My forceps provided the slipstream for her, 5 minutes later - and twin-life began. It was a mixed bag. The fun of having a ready-made playmate was diluted by sibling surveillance, and sharing. People said we were polar opposites. Maybe. Or maybe we were the same… Continue reading Same Same But Different

A Sort of Homecoming

Three years ago the freedom of infertility set me on a mid-life meander to Melbourne. Last month, I went home... So, what have my cohorts and countrymen been up to without me? Well, apart from break-ups, breeding and Brexit. Not much. We did the rounds.¬†From family roasts¬†to beers with the lads. We were like social… Continue reading A Sort of Homecoming