It’s Sunday midday in Sydney. I’m sitting on my sheltered balcony in uber hip Surry Hills and it’s absolutely throwing it down. It’s been like this since last night – I can’t leave the apartment. The heavens have opened and the angels are crying. Every time I start a paragraph about what’s happened in Christchurch, […]

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Tootsie speaks halting English. There’s ambient music wafting around and I’m being offered calming or energising tea. There are veils of white cotton masking private spaces. I hear a man arriving at the front desk, sheepishly whispering he is 15 minutes early. My hands are being stroked. ‘Beautiful hands’ she says. ‘Music hands.’ Later she […]

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