A couple of weeks ago, a piece I wrote about cultural identity within Australia, was published by Mamamia. This is one of Australia’s most popular lifestyle sites and although it does not report any information about social policy in the UK or Matt Damon, I now follow it regularly.
I have not been published since I won that ACT primary schools competition in 1986, so the word “excitement” does not adequately describe my state of mind. It all happened very quickly – on a Tuesday morning, Mamamia asked for a photo of me for the piece. Not wanting to keep them waiting and fearful I would lose this opportunity, I frantically searched through our library of thousands of digital family photos for one of me. Turns out there are none. In 200 years my descendants will not know what I looked like because I was always behind the camera. They will however marvel at how handsome, happy and prolifically photographed Husband is with our children.
And so it came to pass that little Tercero (aged almost 3) had to take my photograph for me (obviously because Newborn, aged 17 months, can’t actually lift our heavy Canon EOS 350). A couple of hours later, my Millenium Falcon and I were on the internet. Let me know what you think:
PS. Please ignore the haircut – I think the hairdresser thought I was playing Opposites when I asked her to “trim only, no bob please…”. Incidentally, I gave Prima (aged 7) the exact same haircut in the bath for free.