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NO AMPHIBIANS KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG POST

WHEN life is crazy it can be such a relief to pack a bag, hit the frog and toad and leave the world behind. This weekend was shar...

WHEN life is crazy it can be such a relief to pack a bag, hit the frog and toad and leave the world behind. This weekend was shared with a bunch of women happy to let you just drift in and out of the shared company, laughs, eating, fireside stories and a long sleep-in. Add a fire. Add big wide skies and crisp, clean country air. All of it a salve for this busy working girl.

IN JULY...
I READ: Charlotte Wood's The Children.
I WENT TO: Callemondah (pictured), between Clarence Town and Dungog, in the Hunter Valley.
I LISTENED TO: Podcasts of Download This Show and Life Matters, in particular this interview with author Majok Tulba and Kirsty Sword Gusmao.
I ATE: A great tofu and vegetable laksa at Spice Gourmet Thai, in Parramatta. $10. Cheap and hearty.
I SAW: Plenty of new season wattle come into bloom. 
* I didn't really hit any frogs or toads. To "hit the frog and toad" is Australian rhyming slang for "hit the road". Just in case you thought I was taking workday aggravation out on poor defenceless amphibians.

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