the end was just the beginning
I recently signed up to Farmer's Direct. (Well, to be totally accurate, they hooked Husband. I can't leave him alone for a second. We were at Westfield the other day, I turn my back for two seconds and he buys all this stuff from the Dead Sea Salt stand.) Farmer's Direct is freaking me out. Every Thursday... Continue Reading →
I went jogging this morning at 6.33am, way behind schedule. I woke at 5.17am, but faffed around on the computer for too long. As I belted down the street I fretted. Fretting is one of my great talents. I may not be able to change a tyre or swim or clean my own house, but I can... Continue Reading →
Another trip down memory lane. Three years ago this week, we were packing to return to Australia after 10 months in New York. Husband's scholarship to university had run out and we couldn't afford to stay on. Looking back, the things that stick in my mind were our local Thai restaurant, Thai Market, the Hungarian Pastry Shop and... Continue Reading →
I thought the world was ending when a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre. I was on the step-machine in my Singapore condo's gym, an ashen-faced security guard tottered over and broke the news. I ran upstairs to wake Husband, terrified it meant World War 3. I feared for humanity again yesterday when I read that a bloke's arm was partially... Continue Reading →
Yay, all my holiday blog posts now have photos. Check 'em out: April 24 to 30. Here are two extra ones here to give you a feel for Waikiki.
I made a promise to myself in high school: do well in the HSC and you never have to study again. I buckled down and spent months memorising modern history facts and opinions, ancient history facts and opinions, art history facts and opinions, literary facts and opinions ... I ditched science a few years earlier and had enough... Continue Reading →
When the editor of Woman's Day magazine ran a cover story about Lisa Curry's marriage breakdown a few years back, I thought she was bonkers, troppo, crazy, out of her tree, off her trolley, nuts* ... I was wrong. It went gangbusters. Readers LOVED it. (In a totally supportive, poor Lisa way, of course ...) I was stunned. Lisa... Continue Reading →
I am feeling bleeeeeeaakkk. Very bleeeaaaaak. Reality is biting. I am back in the real world and I have no focus. I go to the gym, I take the Sprogs to school, I fiddle on my blog. But is that enough? Is that all life is about? Shouldn't there be something more? You know, making the world a better place, helping others, doing something meaningful ... ohhhh,... Continue Reading →
Back to school meant back to muffin making yesterday. I was flicking through Bill Grainger's Sydney Food and discovered this recipe, which made me feel all virtuous with its inclusion of bran, apple, banana, blueberries, honey (no sugar) and strawberries. Husband and Sprog 1 pronounced them YUM. Sprog 2 hated them, but she hates all muffins,... Continue Reading →
I hate plane travel. I hate it sooooo much. I wanted to write a blog about hating it while I was actually in the air, flying back to Oz. You know, capture the horror while trapped in the depths of hell. But I was scared that typing the words might jinx things, make the plane crash. Instead,... Continue Reading →
