the end was just the beginning
I asked the breast cancer fundraiser breakfast - the one I'm headlining on Thursday - how long they want me to talk. They said 20 minutes. Now, that sounds like a doddle but, let me tell you, 20 minutes is a loooooooong time to blather on stage. I thought I had it all sorted until... Continue Reading →
In my unromantic youth I did my wedding on the cheap. A blog post about that day recalled: "Who was I on my wedding day? I was hopelessly naive. Not about the wedding night or catering costs or anything. No surprises there. But when it came to transport, I was a wide-eyed innocent. No, scrap that. I was... Continue Reading →
I went out with some single friends last night and they told me they've given up on internet dating and Tinder. They've decided they want to meet someone the old fashioned way. One was even bold enough to ask a waitress in a cafe to hand a bloke she fancied a note after she'd left... Continue Reading →
I sat at the hairdresser's yesterday getting my hair cut and coloured for my public speaking debut next week and realised my keel has evened again. I hate it when things get wobbly. But transitioning back to real life post-holiday, sorting out the renovation and missing the kids was a biggie for anxious me. Remember... Continue Reading →
Poor, lonely single mum me: the kids are in Venice this week and DD is school holiday single dadding. Not content with handing me those challenges, the universe has decided to throw no TV into the mix (there's something wrong with the power in the living room post-renovation) and my broadband is stuffed. It appears... Continue Reading →
I lost something very valuable in the last 10 years and I'm desperately hoping find it again. My mettle has gone missing and fear has taken its place. I'm quite horrified at the mouse I've become. Not in the workplace, I still trust my instincts there. I know what people want to read and I... Continue Reading →
PWow, where do I start? Forgive me, this is going to be a looooong one ... I was totally shattered - bordering on mildly deranged - from a combination of no sleep or entertainment system on my Qantas flight home from Singapore, coupled with the most revolting breakfast I've ever eaten on a plane ...... Continue Reading →
I feel so middle aged and prudish saying it, but I was shocked by all the sex shops in Singapore. You know how there's usually a discreet door in Australia and a set of stairs up to the action? In Singapore they're on the ground floor and a range of rather startling items are displayed... Continue Reading →
It feels like FOREVER since I was in Sydney, but it's only been three weeks. I suppose that's the mark of a good holiday! But I am eager to be home. Not eager for home to be a shambolic, half renovated mess with no children in it for another week, but ready to be back... Continue Reading →
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