I'm putting the garbage out and three bats swoop low down the street.

Josie says she had a bird in her room and they had to catch it between two pillows to put it outside.

Tim and Tara are going to three weddings in two weeks. And then India. Tara's stocking up on pads and pens. Tim is quoting poverty statistics.

We talk about spray tans, eat sushi and sashimi, and then gelati.

Margaret Fulton doesn't rate Jamie Oliver. When asked her favourite cook she names herself and her daughter.

Up in my room the bats are at eye level.