I am sooooooooo cranky. It’s probably hormones. My boobs are hurting like Hades this week. I’ve acquired a substantial set of norks in my old age. They appeared out of nowhere - I was so flat chested in my youth that I was still going bra-less at 35. But these days my cup runneth over... Continue Reading →

My ex and I went to an appointment yesterday for one of the kids. It was a looong drive in bad traffic. We passed the time by catching up on the latest news about family and friends, renovation plans for his apartment, that sort of thing. We arrived a little early, so he grabbed a... Continue Reading →

'The Joy of Sex' is proving very useful in my bedroom at the moment. Aaaaaand ... now that I have your attention ... I’m going to disappoint you. The reason 'The Joy Of Sex' is proving useful is because my "Lifestyle changes for reflux" info sheet suggested elevating the head of my bed. You can... Continue Reading →

Whoa it's been a quiet week for celebrity news ... if it wasn't for Prince Harry and Meghan being adorable all over the place, the gossip mags would be totally screwed. Since the star factor has been so low, I'm going to kick off the column by telling you about a party I went to... Continue Reading →

There’s a quote by author Martin Amis that’s appeared a few times on HouseGoesHome over the years. It’s about ageing and goes like this .., "As the 50th birthday approaches, you get the sense that your life is thinning out, and will continue to thin out, until it thins out into nothing. And you sometimes... Continue Reading →

Sunday and Monday were not proud days on the healthy living front, what with my festival of duck and tequila cocktail competition with lots of blobs of yummy stuff on corn chips. I was feeling pretty ordinary by Tuesday morning from all the alcohol-infused fat and resolved to go on a health kick until Christmas. That... Continue Reading →

I was so shocked when the news broke that Cosmopolitan magazine was closing in Australia after 45 years of publication. A friend commented on Facebook: "I’m surprised it was still around." But I know that Hearst - the magazine’s licencing partner - would have been dragged kicking and screaming to the decision. Cosmo is an... Continue Reading →

I hate to ruin the magic for you ... but I DID NOT feel well after my fourth anniversary celebration. It turns out drinking a glass of prosecco and two glasses of rose while scoffing fried Peking duck spring rolls and fried duck schnitzel isn't the best idea when you have reflux. Blergh. Make that... Continue Reading →

Prosecco and duck schnitzel ... is there a more Alana way to celebrate a fourth anniversary? I don't think so. The night didn’t go entirely to plan. DD instructed me to pack two glasses and the bottle of Champagne we were gifted at our joint birthday party. Then we headed to a secret romantic destination... Continue Reading →

Today is the fourth anniversary of the first time I met DD in real life. We'd been chatting via RSVP for a few days before deciding to have a cider together at a suburban pub. For some unfathomable reason he thought it was appropriate - on a first date - to take his thongs off... Continue Reading →