Have I told you the story of my combined bucks and hens night? Husband, being the metrosexual type, wasn't keen on a lion-dancing, stripper-jiggling affair. So we celebrated our impending nuptials with a unisex bash at an inner-city pub. Towards the end of the evening - prior to stumbling to Hungry Jacks - I got... Continue Reading →

I've discovered over the past few days that I've hurt a few people's feelings with things I've written on the blog. I really, really hate hurting people's feelings. And one of the person's feelings were hurt completely unwittingly. Perhaps I've lost perspective on boundaries? I've reread the blog that offended them and I'm still not... Continue Reading →

I appear to be single-handedly bringing "bulk fun" back into the Aussie lexicon. Although I'm sensing some people hadn't realised it was there in the first place. Maybe it's a Newcastle thing? Anyways, it's one of my little verbal mannerisms that's hung around since teenhood and has infiltrated the blog over the years ... along... Continue Reading →

Separated life is a rollercoaster, I've just got to ride it. Last week, my carriage hurtled into one of the dips and got stuck. Equipment malfunction. It finally started edging its way back up the incline on Monday afternoon. By Tuesday I was good again. Not high as a kite, but in a nice, comfortable... Continue Reading →

It's been a week since we first got together RSVP and I think it's time we had a little chat. Our relationship has been ... unusual. And I'm not sure it's going anywhere. I'm flattered by the attention you've been lavishing on me - and all those "kisses" - but I'm not sure we have... Continue Reading →