I can’t tell you how much I hate Trump and his supporters. Every article I read about him has dozens of morons championing his actions and trumpeting their bigotry. The scary part is that these articles are ones I’m reading here in Australia and I fear that we may be influenced to turn down a similar path. All of us…

Bill English, PM of New Zealand, would be pretty close.

I live in a funny little corner of the world, so no march here, but I’ve been tearing up seeing all the great photos and reading all the inspiring stories. Proud to be a woman today. We rock!

It looks amazing. A young boy gets lost in India, is adopted by a Tasmanian couple and as an adult tries to track down his mum using google maps! All based on a true story!

I can’t wait to see it!

Yesssss, that is a great Insta. It led me to lots of other bodyposi Instas too, so now my experience there is really good. I also follow lots of food, feminist and travel pages and NO celebrities which has made Instagram by far my most positive social media hub.

That is such a sad photo.

Hunt for the Wilderpeople was my favourite. I laughed, I cried, it made me happy for weeks afterwards.

You can still buy them! Guess what my Boxing Day gift to myself will be.

I knew before the year was out there would be one that really got to me. I listened to Listen Without Prejudice every single night when I was 13/14. RIP George.

That is very cute!

Twins! I love grey cats.

Well, it’s already Christmas morning here. I gave my cat her present and as you can see, she loved it!

2016 gotta 2016.

I finally have something in common with the Kardashian sisters. I too, am Over It.

It was Manorvale - but I went to Iramoo in prep!

I was moving in two days anyway, that’s why I was cleaning the blinds. I took my cat to work with me those two days, no way I was leaving her to be eaten alive by the house snake!

These things happened in Melbourne (the school one was in Werribee) and the others in Queensland (Sunshine Coast and a shitty mining town I won’t mention).

It was at my parents’ house. The funny/scary part was that I’d just moved back home from three years in Canada only two days before. Almost made me get right back on a plane.

I have had seven serious snake encounters in my 39 years here, including one day when there were eight found in my primary school, the massive three metre python that CHASED me down a street, the one that was curled on my front doormat (stayed home that day) and the time I found a shed snake skin hanging on my bedroom…