The eldest handed me a memory stick last night, filled with photos from my 50th birthday party. A uni student was tasked with taking the official shots on the night, but I asked the eldest use the Canon camera they got for Christmas to capture the atmosphere on the night. Like my ex, the eldest... Continue Reading →

A woman was strumming a guitar and crooning "I can't help falling in love with you" as I walked through my local mall yesterday. Some schoolboys wandered past and started singing along. My local mall isn't beautiful, but it was at that moment. And I started singing too. I was heading to Lowe's to return... Continue Reading →

Not cars or whitegoods or marriages ... Does your suburb have its own community Facebook group? My local one is filled with people asking for handyman recommendations or complaining about people parking too close to their driveways, with accompanying pics. Last week, someone asked for advice on whether they should buy a Renault. I had... Continue Reading →

Conspiracy theories can be such a crack. Those nut jobs, for example, who think the world is flat are hilariously deluded. I've decided to start one of my own: media companies are paying "influencers" to save their skins/print editions. That's the only implausible reason I can find for people suggesting newspaper makes the perfect substitute... Continue Reading →

It was a full heart - and eyes - kind of weekend for me. Have you seen the episode of Carpool Karaoke with Paul McCartney? Heaps of people have shared it on my Facebook feed and I cried the whole way through it on Saturday afternoon. I was a bit startled by the level of... Continue Reading →

"When your brain battles with your ovaries" ... that was the title of a blog post I wrote in March 2016 that's currently my second most popular article of the past 30 days. I have no idea why. Is it because lots of women's brains are battling with their ovaries? Or because people are Googling... Continue Reading →

You know you're out of touch when you have to Google the Honey Badger. He was the special guest star at the launch of Iron Jack Full Strength Lager on Tuesday night at a fancy restaurant in Rosebery called The Blue Duck. I was more excited by the location - a friend gave me the... Continue Reading →

Have you heard the phrase “conscious uncoupling”? Do you know what it means, other than avoiding a toxic divorce? I thought I understood the concept ... until I read a story about it yesterday on Goop – a website run by the most famous face of conscious uncoupling, Gwyneth Paltrow. The article by Dr Habib... Continue Reading →

It's official: I've become the local crazy old lady. I booked a teenager to babysit my dogs for two hours on Sunday night. OK, she didn't really need to spend two hours looking after the little bundles of furry nuisance. I just wanted someone to let them out for a wee at 9pm, but I... Continue Reading →

I went Clubbercising on Friday night! Have you heard of it? It's an exercise class with dance music and flashing disco lights and glow sticks. I was terrible at it, but it was still fun. I got very excited at the start when they directed us to a table in the corner to have "shots".... Continue Reading →