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At 17 and straight out of high school, I got my first full-time job in a bank. The shock of working five days a week was equally matched with my disorientation (and a smidge overwhelmed) as wide-eyed country kid me, set up home in the big smoke of the city.…

During my high school years in rural South Australia my morning commute was on the uncomfortable seat of my trusty ten-speed bike. Leaving my house, I would ride past Sue’s home, who would join me and hundreds of other kids on the bike tracks to our school on the outskirts…

I’m excited, and a little nervous, that a new Indiana Jones movie is about to hit our screens

That’s right, New Year’s Eve. You would think with our anniversary falling on such a memorable date I would never, ever forget it.

Not obsessively so, but enough that Sue and I have enjoyed concerts performed by Dolly Parton (legend), the Chicks (fantastic) and Kasey Chambers (sublime), amongst others

After my fourth broken arm, at 16 years of age, my very mediocre career came to an abrupt end.

Our first year in Sydney (2021) was an eventful one, to say the least, particularly the extended COVID-19 lockdown we all experienced in the second half of that year.

Can you remember anything about your first days at school? Your first classroom or teacher? At best I remember bits and pieces, snatches of moments from my first weeks at Camperdown Primary School in Western Victoria. Like standing on the asphalt for morning assembly and singing, ‘God Save our Gracious…