Something happened over the weekend that made me feel very, very old. It wasn't the realisation that I am turning 54 this month, or that my ankles hurt when my feet touch the ground for the first time each morning, or that my chest skin looks crepey in selfies, or that my red hair has... Continue Reading →

My mind goes to strange places as I drive home from DD's place late at night. The rain was pouring down on Saturday evening and the haunted Wakehurst Parkway was closed, so I took the less familiar Mona Vale Road. As my car twisted and turned in the storm, I thought to myself: I only... Continue Reading →

Regular readers of HouseGoesHome will be aware that a delivery driver is dirty with me about all the booze that he drops on my doorstep. Or, more accurately, he is dirty and jealous. He's been particularly annoyed lately because I was invited to an Irish whiskey tasting in the lead up to St Patrick's Day.... Continue Reading →

Are you as fed up with scam artists as I am? It feels like the liars have taken over the world. My days are filled with fake package delivery texts, fake doctors following me on Instagram, fake Microsoft emails urging me to change my password ... Things hit a new low yesterday when someone scammed... Continue Reading →

Humour is a funny thing in every sense of the word. DD and I love watching live comedy together and have seem heaps of shows together over the years, as well as spending many a happy evening trawling YouTube and cable TV for mutual laughs. But there are some things that don't tickle our respective... Continue Reading →

I could have posed for a selfie with five amazing drag queens at Sydney Airport yesterday, but I didn't think to ask. I've been kicking myself about it ever since. How often do you get an opportunity like this ... I was at Sydney Airport in a professional capacity, erecting banners for a Destination NSW... Continue Reading →

It's been a long time between Avalon sunrises, so I packed some coleslaw and Southern-style crumbed chicken thighs and drove to DD's for a sleepover on Saturday night. I'm all class. DD wasn't keen on me setting the alarm for 5.45am on Sunday, as it’s his day of rest, but I implored. Sunrises are a... Continue Reading →

There's a delivery driver who is getting quite shirty with me. He's jealous that people send me gift bags containing booze and snarks about my good fortune every time he drops something off. The latest bag to incur his ire came from Taylor Made Wines, which has teamed up with a cool Sydney bar called... Continue Reading →

As a general rule, when people ask how you are, they are expecting to hear that you are good. It’s a pleasantry. Saying you’re not good can be a bit confronting. I haven’t been good since I caught COVID in a scruffy Fijian hut about 50 days ago. But it’s a bit dull hearing about... Continue Reading →

“Congratulations!Today is your day.You're off to Great Places!You're off and away!”― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You'll Go! Too much fun happened over the weekend for one blog post, so I held back on my Saturday adventure. DD decided it was time to explore frontiers beyond the Northern Beaches, so he took us on an inner-west and... Continue Reading →