I had my least Christmassy Christmas Day in 53 years on Saturday. My Christmas lunch was a Quarter Pounder in the Departure Lounge at Sydney International Airport. #festive The reason I was eating my Christmas lunch at the international terminal was that I’d booked a holiday in Fiji with the kids. I was admonished by... Continue Reading →
Christmas crisis
Does it feel like Christmas Eve to you? It doesn't feel like Christmas Eve to me. I should be trilling about peace on earth and goodwill to all men (and women), but I am waaaaay too tired and cranky. Yesterday was a VERY annoying day. I lost five hours of paid work to driving around... Continue Reading →
Tensions run high
I forgot to write a blog post yesterday. I’ve been so flat out that it slipped my mind. And then my NBN went on the fritz. I freaked out. Not because I wasn't posting a blog, I figured the world would survive without me doing that for a day. The reason my anxiety levels went... Continue Reading →
It could be worse
Sydney is dealing with a COVID-19 tsunami and a Northern Beaches tornado, but things could be worse. We could be living in North Korea. North Korea is never much fun, but things are particularly dour there at the moment because its citizens have been banned from laughing for 11 days. Why? The totalitarian country is... Continue Reading →
Eye of the storm
It felt very end of days watching the news last night. So much misery, tragedy and natural disaster. And I got caught in the middle of one of the biggest news stories of the day. I was already feeling a bit slammed after giving myself mild heatstroke while driving around in my sweatbox Renault for... Continue Reading →
Moving moment
I got a call from the youngest's pastoral care teacher yesterday and freaked out. I was frantically wondering how to explain why she wasn’t in class … and at the beach instead ... when he explained he was calling to tell me how great she was. Oh! My heart! He raved about how well she... Continue Reading →
Lost for words
So, that superspreader event is getting a bit hairy in Newcastle … but that's not what I'm lost for words about. (Though I hope they charge the person who ignored self-isolation rules after being part of a party boat outbreak in Sydney and instead visited Argyle House to start a new cluster there.) (And its... Continue Reading →
Bad choices
Blimey, the COVID outbreak at Fanny's has been linked to more than 200 positive cases now, out of roughly 650-680 people who were there that night. Health Minister Brad Hazzard said it was his understanding that the person in question had earlier been at a cluster event on a Sydney Harbour party boat, ignored advice... Continue Reading →
It will always be Fanny’s
The big news headline for me yesterday was that 84 people got COVID in Fanny’s. It sounds ruder when you say it out loud. I almost called this blog post “Getting it in Fanny’s” but decided against it because I’m a middle aged woman, not a sniggering teenager. But it was kinda tempting. If you’re... Continue Reading →
Setting boundaries
I pulled the ALDI flashing Christmas tree out of its box last night and plugged it in. I'm going all out on my festive decorating this year. No I’m not. The ALDI flashing Christmas tree is it. There wasn’t time to do much else over the weekend - I was too busy writing an article... Continue Reading →