Knees, Reunions, and Red Earth—Christmas Greetings from Melbourne
Dear..
As Christmas approaches, I’ve been thinking about what a year it’s been. Our 2025 has been bookended by knees – mine in February, Philip’s in November – with a lot of joy, travel, and connection sandwiched in between.
The Year of Knees
February saw me in surgery after a rogue piece of cartilage decided to make a break for freedom inside my knee joint. Fortunately, I recovered well and was back on my feet within months. November brought Philip’s turn – a full knee replacement, considerably more dramatic than my minor repair job. Crutches, ice packs, and physiotherapy have featured large in recent weeks. He’s on the mend now, and we’re grateful for good health care and kindness. To those who sent messages of encouragement, I can’t thank you enough. You carried us through.
Family Joys
The ongoing delight of grandchildren continues to enrich our lives. Rob’s daughters Annie and Stella in Sydney bring joy through regular contact. Here in Melbourne, we look forward to the sound of the doorbell at least twice a week, heralding the arrival of Alice (4) and Wendy (18 months).
In August, I gifted Philip and son-in-law Ramon a series of cooking classes. After four three-hour sessions, they morphed into gourmet chefs. The transformation has been spectacular, and delicious.
Reconnecting Across the Tasman
Several trips back to New Zealand allowed us to reconnect with friends, relatives, and readers there. Though we’ve been living in Australia for more than two decades, returning to the homeland always feeds the soul.
A heartwarming high of 2025 was a visit from Maureen and her husband Lloyd here in Melbourne. Maureen, an official domestic goddess from Rangiora, has been reading me since my newspaper column days. She’s knitted magnificent garments for our kids, and now grandchildren, for as long as I can remember. When a reader becomes a friend it’s magic.
Adventures in the Red Centre
September brought another highlight —a journey to Uluṟu with our dear Phillip Island friends, Heather and Manny. Standing before that ancient red rock, feeling the beating heart of Australia, was profound in ways I’m still processing. The sunsets alone were worth the trip.
European Connections
Another joy this year was Philip’s 34-year IMD business school reunion. What a thrill to reconnect with European friends we hadn’t seen in decades, sharing the tropical delights of Port Douglas, including a crocodile in the hotel swimming pool! We loved exploring Sydney with them, too. It was reaffirming to discover how friendships can transcend time and distance.
A Voice for Celia
In April, I had the privilege of recording the audiobook for Celia Lashlie’s “He’ll Be Okay.” Giving voice to Celia’s wisdom about raising boys was an honour and a deeply moving experience. Her insights remain as vital now as ever.
Remembering Louise
August took me to Sydney for the memorial service of beloved publisher Louise Thurtell, who died far too young at 59. Louise changed my life the day she rescued the Cleo manuscript from a slush pile at Allen and Unwin. Without her belief and vision, the book would never have become an international bestseller. Her loss is deeply felt, but her impact on so many writers’ lives, and readers’ bookshelves, endures.
Saying Goodbye
July brought sadness with the death of Philip’s father Steve in Wellington, at 91. He embraced life with remarkable courage and spirit right to the end.
Looking Forward
Several adventures are in the pipeline for 2026, including a trip to Europe where I hope to spend time with beloved friends in Vienna and London. Meantime, writing projects continue to percolate back of brain. The process of growing old fascinates me. Feel free to send in any observations and experiences you have on the subject.
Throughout the year, I’ve received wonderful emails from readers across the globe. Your messages mean more than you know. Thank you for embracing my books, for sharing your stories, and for staying connected across the miles and years.
From our home in Melbourne to wherever this finds you, may your Christmas be filled with warmth and good company. Life is never perfect, but I hope you manage to find joy in the cracks. May 2026 bring good health and laughter. Never give up on the dream.
With love and festive wishes,
Helen.
