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When I met my fella

on this day…

…seven years ago, I married the most excellent man I've ever met. We'd already been together six years, moved to London together for two of those, backpacked for another eight months and bought an apartment back in Sydney together. And had actually decided not to get married. I'd even broken […]

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When I met my fella, part two

Saturday rolled around after what felt like a YEAR. And there we were, my sister Naomi and I, rocking into the party a couple of hours early to help cook pizzas. I felt like a might-be-girlfriend. An oh so hoped-to-be. He was just so damned fine. Naomi, an excellent cook, […]

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When I met my fella

You know, digital photography is such a fantastic thing. Even more so when you go looking for old photos and they're not on your hard disk, they're in a drawer. Getting dusty and bent. (1998) I met Adam, my dude, in 1997. A long way before digital photography. I'm sure […]

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