A fly on the wall wouldn’t know I was unemployed – I was flat out yesterday. I wrote six stories for Drinks Digest. I worked out how to plug ads into the site. I joined NRMA roadside assist, as my Renault roadside assist is about to expire. I walked to the service centre to collect […]
I’m a chronic over thinker, so you won’t be surprised to hear I’ve been pondering what my imaginary autobiography should be called. The current favoured title is “My glass half-full life”. I think it sums up my attitude to this rollercoaster. I have my ups, I have my downs, but I never let bitterness take […]
I had such a lovely weekend. I didn’t want it to end and normal life to begin again. I went to Fingal Bay, in Port Stephens, with some old friends. They head there every Easter for a week and I’ve been admiring their happy snaps for years, so they organised for me to enjoy the […]
Unaware that I was about to be retrenched, I booked a few getaways last month. I handed in my leave forms about an hour before I got the chop. I got the month wrong on one of them and my boss came over to my desk to query it, which seems a bit odd in […]
The youngest came home from school and announced she’d applied to be an exchange student in Sweden. I stared at her in horror. She took umbrage with my horror and wanted to know why I wasn’t excited for her. Because Europe is riddled with COVID-19, that’s why. Sweden alone had almost 9000 cases from October […]
When bad things happen in my life, I cut my hair off. Giving it the chop was high on the agenda when my marriage ended, just below sobbing in the shower. (Speaking of sobbing in the shower, Mrs Woog echoed how I felt many times during the peri-menopause years in her most recent blog post […]
There was no routine to follow yesterday, so I felt a bit lost. Monday mornings were already a bit of a challenge for me, even before I was retrenched. The kids spend every Sunday night at their dad’s place, so I always wake to an empty house. It’s a strange feeling and I don’t like […]
“It’s not often someone texts you a picture of a half-finished toilet followed by poetry,” DD noted yesterday. I’d sent him this photo of the render in my loo: And I followed it with a few lines from ‘The Bait’, written by my favourite poet, John Donne … “We will some new pleasures prove,Of golden […]
The knots inside me continued their slow unravelling yesterday. It’s been a difficult few years and it’s a relief to have that weight off my shoulders. It will soon be replaced by anxiety about paying my bills, but for now I feel happy and free. I escaped the brick dust and mayhem at my house […]
I never thought I’d say this, but I wish I could go into the office today. Three electricians are arriving at 7am and they said it’s going to be so messy that the dogs and I must vacate the premises for the day. I am temporarily homeless! If you spot me aimlessly wandering the streets […]
