the end was just the beginning
I am feeling bleeeeeeaakkk. Very bleeeaaaaak. Reality is biting. I am back in the real world and I have no focus. I go to the gym, I take the Sprogs to school, I fiddle on my blog. But is that enough? Is that all life is about? Shouldn't there be something more? You know, making the world a better place, helping others, doing something meaningful ... ohhhh,... Continue Reading →
Back to school meant back to muffin making yesterday. I was flicking through Bill Grainger's Sydney Food and discovered this recipe, which made me feel all virtuous with its inclusion of bran, apple, banana, blueberries, honey (no sugar) and strawberries. Husband and Sprog 1 pronounced them YUM. Sprog 2 hated them, but she hates all muffins,... Continue Reading →
I hate plane travel. I hate it sooooo much. I wanted to write a blog about hating it while I was actually in the air, flying back to Oz. You know, capture the horror while trapped in the depths of hell. But I was scared that typing the words might jinx things, make the plane crash. Instead,... Continue Reading →
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