I love summer stone-fruit: nectarines, apricots, plums… although things get rather tricky at work. I don’t mean squirty juice – I’m quite good with that anyway. I mean the bits that get stuck in your teeth. I have started a routine of having to rush to the bathroom immediately after eating to check my teeth. Lucky I checked just before … post Black Doris plum … it looked like I’d just recently ripped someone’s heart out and eaten it! Roll on apple season…

I was surprised to see another article in the Sunday Star Times magazine today about people who choose to be childfree. It was centred around woman who are full-time Aunties, in other words they enjoy the children of their siblings or friends, often looking after them and having them stay, but they choose not to have children of their own. Statements referring to the childfree as perhaps not ‘women born with a maternal instinct by-pass’ or ‘having a disease that can’t be cured’ might be a sign that this status is becoming more acceptable.

A couple more scorching days. We spent yesterday down at Oriental Parade where the beach scene was like a European holiday spot:

Later on in the evening we were treated to huge fireworks for Chinese New Year: