Duck Formation – the etymology

In 2009 we moved back to Australia because I promised my mother and grandmother that I always would.  The “back” refers to me, the Australian amongst us. My husband is a born and bred Londoner who agreed to come with me, on the promise of an eternal summer (ok, may be I exaggerated the climatic calibre of my homeland).  

We left behind a life in London that we loved:  a close community of friends in Primrose Hill, jobs we found rewarding and extended family for the children to grow up with.

We left the certainty and order for uncertainty and chaos.  We arrived in Sydney, job-less, property-less (although not homeless as are now living with my parents), the British pound has never been weaker, the Aussie dollar has never been stronger and house prices in Sydney continue to rise.  The children are registered at so many schools here that I need a spreadsheet to keep it under control.

We knew what we were leaving behind and we imagined what we were going towards.  This blog is my attempt to record the chaos and stay sane through it all.

I’ve called it duckformation because one day shortly before we left London we took the kids to Trafalgar Square for a Divali celebration.  Lured by the intoxicating smell of garam masala and carbon monoxide, we found ourselves in the thick of Bollywood dancing masses.  Sensing danger and the need to quickly navigate through it, my husband shouted “Everybody, duck formation!” and the Duck’s (a 6 year old, a 4 year old, a 12 month old and a heavily pregnant me) immediately arranged ourselves into single file, tightly packed and walking in my husband’s much wider slip stream.  We were our own little flock and somehow we knew how to navigate together.

And so this blog is about our efforts to navigate our new life, together – in duck formation.

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  1. mummyinahurry
    mummyinahurry says:

    Sweetie, wish I was closer so I could bake for you. My burgeoning backside is a testament to my ongoing love affair with cake, which has not subsided even though I am now working in a 1930’s kitchen!! I am missing my gadgets, and especially the chuck-it-all-in the processor method!!

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