I hauled out my storage box of old photos this week, searching for a high school pic of me with Kathleen Folbigg for a project about her case. It's a big storage box and, of course, the photo was right at the bottom. So I got to trawl through so many snapshot memories of my... Continue Reading →

I got sexually harassed by an 85-year-old man yesterday. I run into him a few times a week while I'm walking the dogs and we usually have a brief chat. He knows I'm looking for a job and asked if I'd found anything yet. When I said no, he said he'd like to employ me... Continue Reading →

Facebook blithely notified me yesterday that "God has added an event that might interest you". It was an accurate assumption - I immediately clicked on the notification to check what God was planning. It turns out he's having a party. Here's the lowdown from Eventbrite: "Hello, human! GOD IS HAVING A PARTY. Will you be there? For... Continue Reading →

I am fortunate to live near a nature reserve, which - unfortunately - is very busy during lockdown. The trail is narrow and joggers huff and puff past you in a very COVID unsafe fashion. But it was rainy on Sunday afternoon, so I convinced my sister to dodge the puddles and the crowds to... Continue Reading →

After being shown 500 van conversions on Tik Tok by DD, I've decided they might be a bit too snug inside. Funky but squeezy. So I've moved on to motorhome porn. Unfortunately, most motorhomes are built using Renaults (no way, no how, run a mile) or Fiats (which also make me nervous). I want something... Continue Reading →

The kids and I are obsessed with getting a campervan. It’s been a major topic at dinner this week, after we discovered we’ve all been doing extensive research. Is it genetic or are we just going loco in lockdown? Who knows, but campervans are so cool. I want to circumnavigate the Australian coastline in one.... Continue Reading →

My supercalifragilisticexpialidocious boyfriend turned ... five years older than me ... yesterday. Happy birthday to him! The plan was to take him on a VIVID cruise aboard the Sydney Harbour Tall Ships tomorrow night, but that's been screwed by COVID-19. Instead, I made him write a story for Drinks Digest during his lunch break about... Continue Reading →

Twitch the rat passed away yesterday and I cried buckets. I cried because my child was so devastated. I cried because Twitch was actually quite nice for a rat. I cried because I'm menopausal. I cried because it happened during this damn, never-ending lockdown and I'm over it. Aside from my own fragile emotional state;... Continue Reading →