So many thoughts have been popping around in my head since Kate Langbroek slammed Vikki Campion for allegedly shagging Barnaby Joyce while he was still married. Those thoughts became so intense that I've decided to write a second blog post for the day. I haven't done that since I was in the throws of ACP... Continue Reading →

I grew a beard the other night. At least I hope it was overnight. It would be so mortifying if it had been luxuriantly growing for days  ... and everyone saw ... but was too embarrassed to say anything ... OK, it wasn't actually a beard. It was just a few really, really long whiskers.... Continue Reading →

I'll try not to spend too much time gazing at my navel fluff  ... but I can't help reflecting on my 50 years of life as that big birthday approaches. The introspection lead me to revisit a blog post I wrote in 2014, a month after my husband skedaddled. I wrote: "Call off the search... Continue Reading →

I'm turning 50 next month. What? Nooooo! It feels pretty surreal. But it's way less terrifying to reach the end of my 40s than I thought I would be. Not that I'm stoked to be the big 5-0, but life is good and a number won't change that. Get back to me when I'm turning... Continue Reading →

Two Qantas "travel documents" arrived in my inbox yesterday afternoon. They're our flight itineraries for the World Skipping Championships. The youngest and I head to Shanghai on July 23. Every now and then a wave of "I can't quite believe it" washes over me when I think about my kids and the unique talents they've... Continue Reading →

I have many things to tell you about my weekend. But I am going to start with where it ended: dropping DD to the airport. He's off to the UK for a meeting. Geez, the sooner someone patents my idea of virtual meeting rooms the richer companies will be. I was very, very sad to... Continue Reading →

I've been doing Pump for yonks and yonks and yonks. I was going to say I love it, but that's not entirely true. I dislike it less than other forms of group torture. Pump is a gym class where you do exercises with weights on a bar to a soundtrack. There's an abs track and... Continue Reading →

Actually, I just need to read stories about emotional support animals, they tickle me. It's been an emotional week in the Household, what with the youngest starting high school, the dead possum in the ceiling, the blow flies circling my head, opening my latest VISA bill and the eldest wanting to change schools. I cried... Continue Reading →

"Why do these things always happen to you?" my mum texted yesterday afternoon. "So I have something to blog about," I replied. The latest "thing" that happened to me is that a possum carked it in my roof space. Yep, the one who partied above my bedroom ceiling at 4am every morning. The one I kept... Continue Reading →

Something startling happened to my daughter over the school holidays: she grew up. At the end of year 6 she seemed too young to be heading to high school. But she's changed so rapidly over the past six weeks. Her hair is up in an expertly messy top knot. She's developed a passion for fashion.... Continue Reading →