There are big changes coming in the Household this week as the eldest gears up to switch schools. The current school has been a source of deep unhappiness for more than a year and push finally came to shove. I don't know what it's like in your neck of the woods, but it's very hard... Continue Reading →

The stuff that gets under my skin surprises me sometimes. I made the mistake of clicking on an article slamming Barnaby Joyce and Karl Stefanovic over the weekend that started off by saying: "Husbands need to learn not to take everything from their wives and run." I don't know Barnaby or Karl and I'm not sure... Continue Reading →

Playing "I Spy" for two hours really takes it out of you. Especially when you're on the Newcastle to Sydney freeway where there's not much other than gum trees beginning with G or T ... The youngest accidentally left her phone at her dad's house on Tuesday morning and has been device free ever since.... Continue Reading →

Most people don't even realise until I tell them. They don't know it's happening. Facebook is making choices for them. It's deciding what they do and don't want to see in their "news feed". And it's getting on my goat. Earlier this week I wrote about the death of blogging. Mumabulous reckons people can no... Continue Reading →

That wouldn't be too hard, though - I've had some shockers in my time. There was the date at the French restaurant where the woman at the next table kept screeching with outrage about the food being "f@#king raw' all the way through dinner. So romantic. Then there was Valentine's Day 2014, when my husband... Continue Reading →

I feel a bit like Will Smith in 'I Am Legend' ... wandering alone ... searching for other survivors ... Mumabulous wrote a post last week asking "Is blogging dead?" The question came after she took a six-month break from her own site. She said: "I’ve re-entered the room to find blogging on life support whilst... Continue Reading →

Every now and then my job entails going to functions where there are lots of free cocktails and barramundi sliders and hawt men in tuxedos. Actually, no, last night was the very first time. It was the Bacardi Legacy Cocktail Challenge at the Eternity Theatre in Darlinghurst. I have no idea why some of the... Continue Reading →

It gets very, very quiet at my place every second weekend. Well, apart from the dogs barking at the possums in the backyard at 10pm at night and me yelling at them to SHUT UP and hosing them when they don't. Be grateful I'm not your neighbour. Anyways, apart from that, the place is a... Continue Reading →

So many thoughts have been popping around in my head since Kate Langbroek slammed Vikki Campion for allegedly shagging Barnaby Joyce while he was still married. Those thoughts became so intense that I've decided to write a second blog post for the day. I haven't done that since I was in the throws of ACP... Continue Reading →

I grew a beard the other night. At least I hope it was overnight. It would be so mortifying if it had been luxuriantly growing for days  ... and everyone saw ... but was too embarrassed to say anything ... OK, it wasn't actually a beard. It was just a few really, really long whiskers.... Continue Reading →