When we were last in Canberra we stayed with my dad and my sister at my nana’s house, where she has lived for as long as I can remember. My grandfather was an ambassador and the house is full of beautiful old things from the places they were posted. The house hasn’t changed much since I was a child – being pleasantly horrified by grandpa’s tales of having to politely eat goats eyeballs, which can’t be chewed and have to be swallowed whole, dropping all manner of things into the laundry shoot and running down the stairs to fish them out of the perfectly placed laundry basket below and bathing in 5cm of water in the pink girls bathroom so I wouldn’t drown.
