the end was just the beginning
The mums in my neck of the woods have a problem. It's a private matter, but they can't help talking about it. All the time. They're a nervous mess. The consequences could be devastating ... which private school will their kids go to? Having not attended a private school myself - I had to be dragged kicking and screaming... Continue Reading →
Here's a link to a video of me (and various other bloggers) blathering drunkenly to Mrs Woog when she interviewed me at the Kidspot 50 Top Bloggers party ... (I appear around the 3- minute mark)
It's not often I get use discombobulated in a sentence, so I'd like to say a big thank you to the Aussie weekly mags for making it possible. I forgot to visit a newsstand yesterday. (What's wrong with me? I hope I haven't caught the mag malaise that's sweeping the nation.) So I headed to the shops this morning to see what... Continue Reading →
Only two days until The Cruise! A whole 18 nights with no responsibility, aside from ensuring the Sprogs don't fall overboard. Absolutely nothing to do but relax. No beds to make, no rooms to tidy, no meals to prepare, no pots to scrub, no dirty clothes to wash, no homework to supervise ... just endless time together as a family.... Continue Reading →
I over-committed myself a little this weekend - ok, a lot - and spent endless hours in the kitchen cooking for friends. We had a brekkie barbie on Saturday, a lamb roast for Sunday lunch, and a fish pie for Sunday dinner. I've shared the slow-roast lamb recipe before, and the barbie is just about slapping... Continue Reading →
The not-so-neighbourly neighbours were at it again on Friday night - those guys are machines. It was followed by some party animal action on the other side on Saturday night, plus assorted other sleep distractions, which culminated, as every weekend does at our place, with the garbage trucks at 5am on Monday morning. A little verse sprang... Continue Reading →
I made this soup for the first time yesterday. I tasted it when my friend Jodie made a batch, it was delicious and I begged for the recipe. I didn't quite cook the vegies long enough, so it had lots of little bits of carrot in it, rather than being a smooth consistency. But it still... Continue Reading →
I love to write. I've loved to write since I was a wee sprog, plagarising Aboriginal dreamtime stories and passing them off as my own for primary school assignments. I became a journalist because I wanted to earn my living from words. Somewhere along the way, my living stopped being about words and started being about managing people.... Continue Reading →
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