Cath doesn’t like crusts. She doesn’t eat crusts. She will leave toast crusts on her plate when we go out for breakfast. She notes that one of the things about being an adult for her is that she doesn’t have to eat her crusts. Obviously this suggests some type trauma involving bread crusts, but I’ve never asked for details. I think Freud discussed the fear of bread crust syndrome. On Friday night while waiting for the ferry from Hong Kong airport to M...

We began this trip with mixed feelings. Cath's father, Vince, passed away at Glen Innes hospital in the early hours of 29 August. He was 94 years old. The family gathered at his side at the end. We were in Glen Innes for 10 days. There was much to do in those days and much emotion: loss, grief, sorrow and worry. The funeral, burial and wake were a great send-off for a country gentleman and a great bloke. We returned home on 3 September just a few days befor...