Well, it’s happened again… that time of the year when the calendar flips over to reveal not just a new day, but a new number of years that I’ve been kicking around. This one was one of those birthdays – not the ones with a ‘0’ at the end, but one of the ones in the middle. The kind that gives rise to a mild sense of panic that the next one with a ‘0’ at the end is not all that far away, and isn’t one that I am relishing the thought of. Continue reading “Birthday weekend in Sydney”