the end was just the beginning
While visiting the Blue Grotto, the youngest gazed longingly at the little wooden boats anchored around the entrance with their stripey canopies and cushioned prows. She was desperate to go sailing in one. I quite fancied the idea of circumnavigating the island in one myself, so I Googled the cost - 150 euros for two... Continue Reading →
Let's walk to the Blue Grotto, I said. It'll be fun, I said ... And it was for the first 30 minutes, as we meandered down tiny lanes, peeking into gardens and plucking grapes from the vines hanging over fences. Then we hit the major roadway and things got a bit hairy because despite the... Continue Reading →
DD likes to tease me. I sent him a snap of the view from our B&B in Capri yesterday and he replied "Looks like Avalon." Cue hooded glare at mobile screen. Does a woman who has trekked 1.5km with her luggage and two kids to Rome Termini train station, negotiated the extremely vague departures board,... Continue Reading →
So the kids and I hit Rome today ... After a 13-hour sleep ... Under strict instructions not to go anywhere near the Colosseum because my ex and SSF are taking the kids there next Sunday. We kind of glimpsed it on our travels ... I hope that doesn't break the rules ... I have... Continue Reading →
I was top of the class in English at high school and bottom of the class in French and German. I am HOPELESS with languages other than my native tongue. It's a bit like swimming - I've been for endless lessons but nothing sticks. Oh the money I've wasted at Alliance Francais and WEA! The... Continue Reading →
Oooooh, guess what? I finally saw Blackish en route to Rome! I was trawling through the vast entertainment selection on Emirates when I stumbled across it in the TV comedy section. I thought the odds of finding the infamous triceratops sex episode would be pretty low, but it turned out to be the first episode... Continue Reading →
Well, not quite. Yesterday was quite the killer. I backed up from the Australian drinks Awards, hit work for eight hours, drove three kids back from skipping training and arrived home to discover the Internet wasn't working. I could have done without that. Understatement. It's had to stay broken. I gave it 10 minutes of... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time I swanned about at gorgeous functions for a living, drinking free champers and schmoozing. When you're in the media you can pretty much do it every night of the week, if you so choose In my current incarnation as a single suburban mum there hasn't been quite as much swishness. Mind... Continue Reading →
You know how I mentioned yesterday that I'm going on a holiday with my kids. Well, I feel guilty about it, because it's completely irresponsible of me. I can't afford it, but ... Well, it's a long story that goes way back to February, when I got a call from my ex asking if he... Continue Reading →
perfect storm noun 1. a particularly violent storm arising from a rare combination of adverse meteorological factors. 2. an especially bad situation caused by a combination of unfavourable circumstances. "the past two years have been a perfect storm for the travel industry" I'm having a bit of a perfect storm week. I feel like George... Continue Reading →
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