Can you imagine anything worse?

Flying around the world for meetings and conferences might sound glamorous, but there are weeks - like this one - when I'm very glad I'm not a FF like DD. I dropped him at the airport on Sunday night for a three-day business trip to London. Shudder. Can you imagine anything worse than spending more... Continue Reading →

Ticking all the boxes

Have I mentioned the eldest wants to be a tattoo artist? She's done extensive research on the subject, built a model of a tattoo machine so she can get used to the grip, emailed tattoo parlours for tips, established her ethical guidelines for when it's not OK to tattoo people (such as when they are... Continue Reading →


I'm not quite sure how I forgot, but I did. I'm about to head off to Luna Park at this ungodly hour for a work function and I totally forgot about writing a blog post. Ah well. I'll live. You'll live. I thought I'd better check in though, after being a bit maudlin yesterday. Wouldn't... Continue Reading →

Waking up alone

I hate waking up alone in my childless house.¬†Hate it. Every second week, I face the silence on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. I find the business of living much tougher on those mornings. If you're parenting seven days a week, you probably fantasise about waking up to an empty house. It would be a... Continue Reading →

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