the end was just the beginning
As the youngest and I walked to school yesterday, her warm little hand in mine, we excitedly discussed our decorating plans for her new bedroom ... for like, the millionth time ... She is her mother's daughter. We haven't found a house to buy, there's not even a sniff of one. But it's still... Continue Reading →
As I was making Jamie Oliver's British carbonara last night, the kids sprung "Muuuuuuuum, it's crazy sock day at school tomorrow!" on me. Of course, all the crazy socks got turfed in the great move of 2014. So, being a total pushover, I said "OK, OK, let me finish dinner then we'll go to Westfield... Continue Reading →
The eldest has requested a crop top. This is hardly surprising since she is centimetres shy of my height, her size 9 adult thongs barely fit and I just bought her size 8 adult shorts that are only slightly too big. You could safely say she's on the Amazonian spectrum and puberty can't be far... Continue Reading →
It's funny the reactions people have to my blog. A dear friend contacted me about yesterday's post, concerned I was a suicide risk. I was a bit startled she might think that, since the blog was actually about doing stuff that's irresponsible but fun. And topping myself isn't high on that list. Actually, it's not... Continue Reading →
I can't help myself. I've spent most of my life being very, very sensible. And I feel like being a bit stupid for a change. Even as a teenager, I had my head screwed on a little too tightly. Oh, I had my fair share of spews after drinking too much, but you'd basically describe... Continue Reading →
Seven years ago I started editing kids' cookbooks. It was a product of boredom. Someone decided I'd been editing Woman's Day long enough and "promoted" me out of the job to what was colloquially known at my Park Street HQ as "the departure lounge." Not much happens in the departure lounge and it drove me... Continue Reading →
But no, the real estate agent misled me. When I asked him at the front door about price expectations he quoted a figure that I might just have been able to afford (even after I factored in the 10%+ you invariably add on top). I spent the morning and early afternoon in a giddy haze... Continue Reading →
Now that I have your attention ... I didn't so much turn down Orlando Bloom as show a distinct lack of interest in him. I'm not sure what it says about me. Either I have boulders in my head or that I've matured in some belated and completely unexpected fashion. Right ... Time to stop... Continue Reading →
I decided last night that the blog was becoming waaaaaay too self-absorbed. I resolved to write something funny or insightful, but I just couldn't rouse myself from the sofa to type. I was so bloody tired after only one hour of sleep on Wednesday night. So you're stuck with the me-me-me blog I started tapping... Continue Reading →
Wednesday mornings are always a bit stressy in the Household, but yesterday took the Black Forest cake. It kicked off at 4am with a serenade from the neighbour's illegal rooster, followed by a Niagra Falls of rain cascading over the farked guttering in my rental. I staggered out of bed at 6am, hopelessly underprepared with... Continue Reading →
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