Finally facing my Ningaloo

As we sat in a mini-bus on our way for a day snorkelling on Ningaloo Reef, the youngest turned to me and said: "Why are your eyes wet? … Are you CRYING?" And then she rolled her eyes in teen horror, because I WAS crying. I was just so happy to be ticking Ningaloo Reef... Continue Reading →

Our Rottnest Island escape

The youngest was super keen to visit Rottnest Island after seeing Coldplay in Perth. And it wasn't because of the island's infamous quokkas. I'm not exactly sure what sparked her interest, but we had a wonderful two-day getaway there. Rottnest is an unusual place in terms of accommodation. There are lots of older-style apartments and... Continue Reading →

That was paradise

The youngest and I went to our first stadium concert together on November 20, flying across the country to see Coldplay in Perth. I was pretty panicked in the lead up to the gig, as I’d made the bold decision to fly in the day of the concert. And we all know how unreliable airlines... Continue Reading →

Remember the time?

I'm baaaaack! I've been on an adventure that stretches from Newcastle to ... spoiler alert ... Ningaloo! It's been a blast, without a single bout of stress-related dermatitis in my ears during the whole trip. I think my body is trying to tell me something about my life. Anyhoo, I'll leave the navel gazing for... Continue Reading →

Best. Concert. Ever

I had THE MOST AWESOME TIME last night ... and I wasn't at a booze function. DD bought me tickets for (last) Christmas to see Robbie Williams in concert. It was his first Robbie life experience. The looks on our faces tells it all … DD enjoyed himself and I bloody loved it. That’s me... Continue Reading →

Testing times

I took the youngest to the neurologist yesterday for another expensive explosion of referrals and tests. Nothing has fixed the youngest's concussion headaches, so the neurologist resorted to giving her “compassionate Botox" (aka free Botox due to her age and symptoms), which involved about eight needles in her head and shoulders. Unfortunately it wasn’t a... Continue Reading →

Count him in

I apologise for HouseGoesHome deteriorating into endless blog posts about alcohol functions. I reckon the least people EVER ... well, in recent memory ... clicked on yesterday's post about the NSW Wine Awards. However, as my life is either tapping at the computer, going to expensive medical appointments with my children or being invited to... Continue Reading →

Only the half of it

I only squeezed half of my escapades into yesterday's blog post. I forgot to tell you that I went to the 2023 ICC NSW Wine Awards with the Governor on Friday, fancy! Well, I wasn’t sitting with Her Excellency the Honourable Margaret Beazley AC QC, but I could see her in the distance. 20 trophies... Continue Reading →

Shucking and psychos

I was blown away by seeing the Talking Heads documentary Stop Making Sense on the big screen on Saturday night. A newly restored 40th anniversary version of the film is currently playing in theatres around the world. DD and I sat in a packed cinema where everyone erupted into raucous applause after every song, as if... Continue Reading →

Stop making sense

The view from my balcony last night was so pretty at sunset. Although it worries me that the big tree outside the apartment loses its leaves in spring and gains them in autumn. I mentioned it to a landscaper I met at a rum event. He said it might be suffering the tree version of... Continue Reading →

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