Grumpy as a bear waking up from hibernation, Dad glared at the front door as if he was holding it personally to blame. “It’s the press. They’re still camped outside.” “The press?” He strode into the lounge room and peeked through the slats of the venetians. “Bloody hell!” He wasn’t always the wor...
There was no moon tonight, but the white dots of streetlights cascaded down the hill below us. Their light showed the rest of the world lay dreaming beneath the summer stars; the only signs of life were up here at the party of the century.My mother was desperately old-fashioned: the strains of a ...