the end was just the beginning
Every now and then I catch up with someone who hasn't heard my back story of woe. So I tell it to them. There's a little less vitriol every time. Last night, I basically acted as apologist for my ex-husband the whole way through the tale. There's still a slender - white hot - rod... Continue Reading →
You know how I delivered that holier than thou blog last week about it being time to stop making the poor-separated-me excuses and take control of my life, clean up my act, all that jazz. Well that was total shite. I don't have time to clean up my act. I'm too bloody busy. I got... Continue Reading →
So, there’s this thing called the Met Ball ... it’s organised each year by Vogue magazine as a fundraiser for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Tickets cost $25,000 big ones and MASSES of celebs go. Hosted by Anna Wintour, Taylor Swift, Idris Elba and Jonathan Ive of Apple, this year's theme was... Continue Reading →
My modem/router/whatever-you-call-it carked it on Friday. I didn't know it was the modem/router/whatever that had carked it at the time. I just knew my wi-fi WASN'T working. I'd let the youngest walk home by herself for the first time on the strict condition that she send me a message on her iPad the moment she... Continue Reading →
I am sooooooo proud of my 10-year-old daughter. She’s spent the weekend jumping her heart out at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships. Yep, as regular readers of HouseGoesHome know, skipping as a sport is a thing. Irregular readers: remember Malcolm McLaren’s song “Double Dutch”? Or am I much older than you? Anyway, that’s what they do... Continue Reading →
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