The Household didn't head to the Royal Easter Show this year ... I'm wondering if that counts as another post-separation milestone? Going to the Show is one of the things we've done every year as a family. We decided to preserve the tradition when we broke up. As the saying goes: marriages come and go, but... Continue Reading →

I completely lack a filter when talking about everything except money. Well, that's not entirely true. I'll happily discuss property prices with you until the cows come home. How very Sydney of me. But I'm hopeless at asking how much things will cost. I don't understand how I can be delighted to tell you all... Continue Reading →

So I stopped ... well, as much as I ever stop ... and had a four-day break from blogging and work over Easter ... and, of course,  the usual dramas unfolded ... including - though it ended up being the least of my problems - getting a bit crook ... which is what always happens... Continue Reading →

I may have implied I was starting a break in yesterday's blog. Ooops. You're stuck with me for one more day. I really should have called it quits then though, as I'm just going to grumble ... Gripe No.1: How many times a week do you get unsolicited calls on your mobile phone from someone... Continue Reading →

I'm waaaaaaaay overdue for a break from the big stuff ... both self-inflicted and incidental. The past few months have been HUGE. In the last fortnight alone there's been my 50th birthday party, my dad's spinal surgery, the youngest's triple birthday celebration, scrambling around for a gift for my ex's birthday and DD's big move.... Continue Reading →

I recently discovered Australia is gripped by a pharmaceutical crisis that isn't making headlines. There's a worldwide EpiPen shortage. I only became aware of it last month when I was getting the youngest ready for school camp. She's anaphylactic to nuts and I'd left it until a couple of days before she left to get a... Continue Reading →

What did you think being 50 would be like when you were 20 ... or 30 ... or even 40? I thought 50 was really, really old. Although ... I remember working at ACP Magazines as a 24-year-old and thinking the 35-year-olds were geriatric, so everything's relative. I don't feel like an old woman with... Continue Reading →

Turning 12 can be pretty intense when you head to school band practice at 7am, then do a full day of classes, then hop on a bus to skipping practice and jump for 90 minutes, then head home for a pizza dinner while your parents hover intently as you open your birthday gifts. The youngest... Continue Reading →

My Pookalooka turns 12 today. Happy birthday little (big) one ... she's taller than me already and still shooting up. Last night we had our traditional family gathering at the dodgy local teppanyaki. Having food flung at you never gets old. The youngest was very disappointed not to have Nonna and Pop along for the... Continue Reading →

Things went slightly pear-shaped after my party - there hasn't been time to tell you about it until now. I did something really stupid. Exhausted and a little post-party overwrought, I jumped into the ocean for some water therapy on Sunday and got myself into a spot of bother. I raced into the waves ahead... Continue Reading →