Well that might explain it

I started coughing midway through the Women in drinks board meeting yesterday morning. I continued coughing through the Diversity@Drinks Council meeting. At 4.30pm, I made the call to retire early from the fray, skipping the AGM and Chairman’s Drinks. Everything hurt: my joints, my eyes, my back, my throat, my head … I caught a […]


A bit all over the place

The introspection is still strong in this one. It woke me too early yesterday, clenching at my heart and tearducts. A busy day at work – and the company of my workmates … oh and lots of caffeine – beat that out of me. No time for self pity when there are stories to be […]


Things I want them to know

OF COURSE I haven’t let it go. How well do you know me? It’s a PROCESS when someone hurts or disappoints me, one that takes a while to work its way through my system. Wondering what the hell I’m talking about? Sigh. The troll. Well, she’s not really a troll. She just told me twice, […]


Seen better days

My week caught up with me on Sunday. I felt quite spent. It was one of those please-don’t-make-me-adult kind of days. But there’s so much goddamn adulting to be done. Work is full-on at the moment. End-of-year means everything is moving at a cracking pace. And some VERY long back-to-back days lie ahead. Meanwhile, the […]

The smoked cocktail being created. The bartender actually set fire to the wooden board.

What have I done??

Guilt kept me awake last night. I was wracked with it. I’ve done something akin to letting my 10-year watch Game of Thrones or smoke or go to the mall with a full face of make-up. I taught her how to make cocktails. *hangs head in shame* I didn’t mean to do it, but she […]


Picking a date

An anniversary passed earlier this month and I TOTALLY forgot it. It’s two years since DD and I first met. Although I’m not entirely sure what date I should classify as our actual “anniversary”. Should it be October 10, when he first contacted me on RSVP … because he felt sorry for desperate “Chessiah” constantly […]


Whoa, harsh

Why do I blog? It’s a question I ask myself most weeks. Sometimes I struggle to find words. Sometimes I struggle to find time. Sometimes I wonder if Housegoeshome has run its course. Sometimes I wonder if it’s more trouble than it’s worth. The blog has cost me a job: remember the time I fired […]


Now THAT calls for a martini

My boss is a very observant woman. She saw how excited everyone was by the espresso martinis during our team-building/cocktail-making night at Eau de Vie last week …   … so she secretly ordered us DIY kits so we could recreate them at home. How thoughtful is that? She plonked one on each desk mid-afternoon […]


Just. Too. Much

When my ex walked out he took virtually nothing with him. I’ve been left with 23 years of our accumulated “life.” And most of it is covered in a thick later of dust following my mini renovation. And I’m over it. Everyone keeps advising me on how I should cut and cull and clear. That’s […]


Thanks for the memories

I’m fortunate to be surrounded by good, kind men. There’s one I haven’t seen in the flesh for years, but it feels like we caught up yesterday thanks to Facebook. He and I were cadet journalists at The Newcastle Herald together decades ago. His name is Scott Pilgrim and when he’s not helping manage a […]