Some women don't give a bugger about Mother's Day, it passes like any other Sunday. It's big in our family. Not as an excuse to shower the matriarchs with expensive gifts, but as a reason to get together. My mum is crook as Rookwood this weekend and my dad is two days out of a... Continue Reading →

I drove to Avalon Beach at 6.30am yesterday for a little piece of Indian summer. It was blissful. DD and I went for a sandy walk, had a splash in the ocean, ordered coffee and bacon rolls at a wholefood cafe called Nourished and generally felt like we were on holidays for three hours. I... Continue Reading →

You know how I delivered that holier than thou blog last week about it being time to stop making the poor-separated-me excuses and take control of my life, clean up my act, all that jazz. Well that was total shite. I don't have time to clean up my act. I'm too bloody busy. I got... Continue Reading →

I am sooooooo proud of my 10-year-old daughter. She’s spent the weekend jumping her heart out at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships. Yep, as regular readers of HouseGoesHome know, skipping as a sport is a thing. Irregular readers: remember Malcolm McLaren’s song “Double Dutch”? Or am I much older than you? Anyway, that’s what they do... Continue Reading →

I tried my first cronut yesterday. You know, those croissant-donut hybrid thingies. There's a Zumbo patisserie near my new office and one of my new colleagues bought treats for everyone to share. Cronuts are pretty awesome ... I just don't want to think about how many calories are jammed into those buttery layers of heaven.... Continue Reading →

I've started doing some contract work for an organisation that's right up my alley: The Drinks Association. As you might guess, it's a liquor industry body. I'll be doing its social media for a bit. My first day on the job was a cushy one: a staff conference at a nearby hotel. I got to... Continue Reading →

Remember being told as a kid not to pull faces because the wind might change and leave you like that? Even though I knew it wasn't true, it still scared me a bit. And you know what? That old wives' tale was kinda true. If you pull a face enough, it does stay like that.... Continue Reading →

I lied when I said I was getting better yesterday. I felt like shite. But it's so boring when people moan, moan, complain, complain. It also felt a little surreal to still be sick after more than two weeks. I suspect I'd have recovered faster if I'd spent a bit more time resting on the... Continue Reading →

I think I'm finally getting better. It's been more than two weeks of snot and misery. I've sneezed my way through the kids' school holidays, visits with friends, bleary dates with DD, job interviews ... DD was quite horrified to be sent a picture of how my dining table looked after an old friend popped... Continue Reading →