An excited little 10-year-old greeted me at the front door on Friday afternoon: her dirdnl had arrived in the post! If you recall, she'd begged me to order her one for International Day at school. Her classroom is Germany. She found one for $20 - with free postage - on eBay. I was powerless in... Continue Reading →
Things are perking up
Oh woe is me... I moaned to everyone on Tuesday ...I had to go to Glass Brasserie at Sydney’s Hilton Hotel yesterday for Australia’s Wine List of the Year Awards. It sounds glamorous, but it was a bit stressful ... I was social media-ing it for the drinks association and didn’t get the chance to... Continue Reading →
Letting the sunshine in
I was pretty bleary when DD's alarm went off at 5.30am so we could do a 6am F45 class together. I stayed at his place the night before - I couldn't really come at the 5am wake-up required to get to the class from my house. It's very, very quiet at DD's place, so I... Continue Reading →
Normal service will resume shortly
DD has convinced me to do some harrowing F45 thing this morning. I think it's some sort of boot camp that kicks off at the ungodly hour of 6am. Then we're going to watch the sun rise and sip coffee together. Watching the sun rise and sipping coffee together have kinda become our "things." They're... Continue Reading →
Honey, oh, sugar, sugar
Remember my youngest daughter being mentally scarred by the boy in That Sugar Film whose teeth had rotted from drinking Mountain Dew? She refused to eat sugar for months afterwards and still has stretches off sucrose, kinda like Dry July for kids. After a sugary school holidays, she eased herself into the first week back... Continue Reading →
Far OUT that was a freaking whirl
Yesterday was ... quite something on the working-single-mum-juggling-act front. I woke at 5am, panicking because I didn't have a blog written and wanting something published by 7am for my dear friend Katherine as a tribute to our get-together on Sunday. When I wake up in a panic there's no going back, my heart starts racing... Continue Reading →
Old gang meets new(ish) boyf
I'm on my mettle this morning. My friend Katherine, who is an Anglican priest, informed me yesterday that she needs the blog published by 7am each morning or she misses her reading window before her insanely busy days begin. Well, she doesn't need it published by 7am, but it helps. I'm constantly humbled that busy... Continue Reading →
David’s getting married!
Isn't that always the way? You say you don't care about something any more and suddenly you do ... Well, care isn't the right word. My interest was piqued. I was trawling through my Instagram feed yesterday when I came across a post by David Hasselhoff that said: "LADY IN RED - MY FUTURE WIFE."... Continue Reading →
Getting into the new groove
It doesn't take me very long to get obsessive about my job. Alright, alright, it doesn't take me very long to get obsessive about ANYTHING. I have an easily fixated brain. But let's just focus on the professional stuff for this particular blog post. I've spent most of my career completely hooked on all things... Continue Reading →
How fragile love can be
I found my wedding speech in the attic a few years ago. I was clearing out the attic of our broken family home, getting it ready for sale. The speech was in a box of old love letters and photographs. Remember love letters? I'm sad my kids will never get one. It rattles me whenever... Continue Reading →