Ozcloggie

Rather melodramatically, my father stopped us and said to me: Joop. Remember. THIS is why we migrated. To give you a better future. 
Don’t be so silly, said my down-to-earth mother.

...memories of being read to in the attic, where my bedroom was and with searching for the original (Sans Famille) books, beside the River Seine, with my daughter, in 2005.

..and then baby-sat the daughter and son (12 and 10), until about 11 p.m., and then drove the 51 kms back again to Maude, in absolute darkness.

My chemist and my dentist know more about my art than most (Apart from my son, daughter and their mum). Oh yes, and Melissa, the teacher, at Hazelhurst.

No more Clog dancers or choirs singing about a glorious sunrise. Just the occasional sound of a lonely piano-accordion, on very special occasions.

Sex is omnipresent in this sensual person’s life. He or she knows precisely what to do.
Have never worn lacy underwear!

Part of getting into teachers college, to become, eventually, a public servant, was to be naturalised and if that meant I was staying, then my parents might as well too.
So we were. Regrets?