Canberra’s Lake Burley Griffin on Saturday afternoon. Blindingly bright sunshine and black swans. What a beautiful weekend.
FINALLY, some autumn colours! It’s been too hot!
What a week. Here, it was beautiful, and we had a public holiday on Wednesday, which we spent outside at an old pub, watching military guys – fresh from the national Anzac Day parade at the Australian War Memorial – getting increasingly… festive…
I am gradually catching up with my reading, but I’ll have more commitments in the coming months, and then will be away in Britain and Ireland for a month and a half, and I’m a bit overwhelmed at the moment.
Then we had the good, the awful, and the downright weird in the world this week. An unusually-named royal baby on Monday. An outspoken misogynist going on a killing rampage in Toronto. Macron’s utterly bizarre visit to the White House.
Before people start celebrating what’s going on in Korea, they should consider the words of people like Garry Kasparov.
I’ve been sick most of the week, so missed a farewell lunch with Ukrainian embassy staff who are finally going home after a decade, but was given a book as a farewell gift (because – duh – it’s me!). On the topic of Ukraine, there are still some 4.4 million Ukrainians in desperate need because of the ongoing war with Russia. I simply do not understand why it never makes the news when Syria, Yemen, Palestine etc. do on an almost daily basis. It is because people don’t want to admit there’s a war in Europe?
Apologies to authors waiting on reviews. They’re on their way! Sort of…