How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.
Seventeen, altogether, some more memorable than others.
The first house I remember was in Armidale, on the NSW northern tablelands: big back yard, huge front lawn with beds of Iceland poppies in spring, rose bushes lining the path and a persimmon tree that looked spectacular with its autumn foliage, and equally spectacular when the leaves fell and only the fruit was left. Picking them wasn’t so spectacular, and only my mother would eat them. Log fires in winter. Home. Security.
I’ve now lived in my current unit (500 km north of Sydney) for almost twelve years. If I get too doddery to cope on my own, I might have to go back to Sydney, one day. In a box, would be my preference.
What type of music relaxes you the most?
I suspect I absorbed Beethoven subliminally, while I slept in my bassinet. My father was a Beethoven groupie by the time I was born, and I can still tell you where the breaks to change 78s come in the violin concerto and the Pastoral symphony.
A kindly Fate decreed that I found pop and folk at drama school in the ‘60s. What better time? I was hooked – until about the ‘80s, when the whole thing went pear-shaped. If moving with the musical times means embracing discord, leave me with Beethoven, baroque and Belafonte and I’ll be a happy dinosaur.
If you could instantly become fluent in another language, what would that language be and why?
German. I learnt it for a while, loved the sound and the rhythm.
If you could fly or breathe under water what would you prefer?
It would have to be flying. Something about my bone density, weight distribution…something, means I pop up like a cork, in water. Even my duck dives are travesties.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Loved seeing my family. Happy to be home.
Next week I should get my new glasses – the final chapter in the cataract saga.