Let’s communicate

Let’s communicate

I looove words. My Wombats roll their eyes when I get excited over discovering the etymology of a particular word. I call them “boxer shorts” moments. That refers to the time when I realised why boxer shorts were so called. (I don’t follow boxing – that’s probably why...
Crocodile, crocodile

Crocodile, crocodile

“Do you like my butterfly?” I asked my junior Music class this week. Lying on the floor, in the middle of the circle, was a 1.2 metre soft, stuffed crocodile with a rather fetching grin. One of my latest op shop acquisitions. I hadn’t planned to start the class this...
Grandma’s undies!

Grandma’s undies!

Now I’ve got your attention, let me reassure you this is not a salacious attempt to hook you into reading something quite mundane. ‘Grandma’s undies’ is a brilliant game that the littlest Dancing Wombat was bursting to share with me as he...