the end was just the beginning
This will come as a shock to anyone who has met me recently, particularly DD, but I didn't talk much over the last decade. My verbal skills were at their poorest between 2007 and 2014. Especially around my husband, where I became virtually mute. We'd go out for dinner and I'd struggle to think of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday should have been about getting organised. For example, the house is slowly descending into darkness as the lightbulbs progressively fail. We ate ate dinner by candlelight on Saturday ... and not because I thought it would add to the ambience. I also need to find the courage to ask the neighbours if they'll consider... Continue Reading →
The youngest was in the mood to whip up some food yesterday, specifically meatballs and raspberry mousse. Who was I to argue? We amble along quite well together in the kitchen, though she reckons she's going it alone next week: chocolate and salted caramel cups and something savoury, she just needs to consult the cookbooks... Continue Reading →
During the in-denial early years of my marriage irrevocably falling apart, I saw a movie called Hope Springs. It was about a couple in their 50s - played by Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones - who’ve forgotten how to touch, love or connect with each other. I was quite devastated by Meryl Streep’s abject unhappiness in her... Continue Reading →
My ex thoughtfully forwarded me an email from domain.com.au yesterday that announced: The award winning series Avalon Now is back for Season 2. At the heart of Sydney’s idyllic Northern Beaches lies the sunny suburb of Avalon, where attractive, socially-progressive families cruise through life in four-wheel drives. But beneath the sunny veneer the suburb is... Continue Reading →
I have a terrible, terrible, terrible memory. It erases whole swathes of events and people. It's obviously decided that capacity is limited so tough decisions need to be made about freeing up the hard drive. But I will never understand how it manages to totally erase people. Especially ones who remember me, by name. Like... Continue Reading →
I search the news sites each morning for stories that might interest members of the drinks association. It invariably leaves me with the skewed view that the world has morphed into a pretty weird and horrifying place. Yesterday was a total corker. Here were some of the headlines on smh.com.au ... >> Funeral 'interrupted by... Continue Reading →
Mondays are a tricky beast for me. By the time night falls, the kids have been gone for 48 hours and the house is feeling lonely without them. Normally I dodge the silence by going for a walk with friends, but everyone was pretty dusty in the wake of Catherine's 50th on Sunday night. So... Continue Reading →
I had the best intentions when it came to my friend Catherine's 50th birthday party on Saturday night. An early one, I said. Not too much to drink, I said. Pffffft! As if there's the tiniest bit of self-restraint in me ... I mean, things were never going to be low-key when they started with... Continue Reading →
The youngest was pestering me to "make something" with her yesterday. So we concocted some strawberry shortcake-infused vodka together. I'm not sure that's in the Mum of the Year handbook. The youngest was initially resistant to making infused vodka until I pointed out she was currently sugar free and couldn't eat baked goods anyway. And... Continue Reading →
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