I can't quite believe CLEO magazine is gone. Rumours swirled last week that the iconic title was getting the chop. While a spokesman swore it wasn't true, it was pretty hard to ignore the cold, hard facts. Circulation was scarily low - women in their late teens and early 20s don't read magazines the way... Continue Reading →

I haven't been the most relaxed of parents when it comes to the outside world. The kids don't wander up to the park to play on their own. The eldest has NO idea how to get home from school, despite living only 10 minutes walk away. They've caught the occasional school bus with a friend,... Continue Reading →

I felt like such a heel for sending the dogs to a boarding kennel for three days while I was in Newcastle. No one will let them go to their house for sleepovers because they are such terrors. Oh they don't bite or anything, but you have to be vigilant about the wee/poo situation and they... Continue Reading →

The kids' week with their grandparents was a huge success. They were well-behaved, nothing got broken. Phew! I drove up to Newcastle on Saturday and took them out for fish and chips and a beach walk to celebrate. I love the walk from Merewether to Bar Beach. It's gorgeous. It was filled with beautiful moments... Continue Reading →

I've fallen truly, madly, deeply (vale the wonderful Alan Rickman) in love with Instagram. I like the way you can crop and filter the shots and create little artworks that you send out into the ether. It's bulk fun. I know some people think filters are cheating, but photographers have always been manipulating images, it's... Continue Reading →

Waaaaay back in the ’90s, when I was the production editor of Cosmopolitan magazine, I was obsessed with another DD ... David Duchovny. My office was plastered with pictures of The X-Files star and I was just a little bit crazed about him. So I shouldn't be so surprised when the editor of Woman’s Day... Continue Reading →

I had - as my gorgeous workmate Rebel would describe it - a luffly time last night I went for my first beach swim of the season. Well, I can't actually swim, so it was more of a flail. But it was so peaceful and pretty in the surf. (When I sent my eldest daughter... Continue Reading →

PMT and I are not good friends. I've blogged about the depths of my hormonal despair before in Warning: This one's about PMT: Like my wrinkles, my waistline and my memory, my PMT is getting worse with age. I thought it would recede with my child-bearing capabilities. But no, it’s cranking things up a notch. It’s... Continue Reading →

I want to say fun things about the Golden Globes, but all I can think about is David Bowie dying. I was so stunned when DD told me, just before we went out to dinner with friends. I was gutted. David Bowie CAN'T be dead. He just can't. I have never seen such a collective... Continue Reading →

The kids are having their first holiday at Nonna and Pop's house. It sounds like it will be bulk fun: there's been talk of going bowling, seeing a movie, going to the pub for dinner ... As I drove home on Sunday - with a pit stop for caffeine on the freeway to keep my... Continue Reading →