As a left-hander, I automatically offend my fellow diners when it comes to how I wield my chopsticks. Many a meal would begin with Dad complaining that he was sitting on the wrong side of […]
The longer you live in Hong Kong, the more impressive becomes your Typhoon Tally, an essential component of your credentials, to be wheeled out as required. Only the big ones count. It’s Signal 10 (hurricane […]
Horses were everything in the 1940s when my dad Jack and his cousin, my Extraordinary Aunty Joan, were growing up in rural New South Wales, Australia. They were work, transport and recreation, but of all […]
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