I've spent most of my adult life dreaming about starting my own business. (My childhood was spent dreaming I was from a planet called Andromeda.) My first MAD idea was to open a B&B. At one point I even dragged my ex-husband along to a weekend-long seminar on how to do it. He wasn't convinced.... Continue Reading →

Remember how my kids swore off sucrose after seeing That Sugar Film last week? Well, geez it's a pain. Though I couldn't help giggling when my ex sent me a message on Saturday saying he wasn't thanking the youngest's skipping instructor for showing it to her. She was insistent that he accommodate her new diet... Continue Reading →

I seriously wonder what's wrong with the world when I hear the news that 87,596 women signed up to Ashley Madison last week. Unless you've been hiding under a very peaceful rock you'd have heard that the infidelity website just got hacked. Embarrassing personal data - including email addresses and sexual preferences - was leaked... Continue Reading →

At one point as a stay-at-home mum I was writing three blog posts a day: one personal, one Hollywood, one recipe. Some might say it was a sign of boredom. I think it was to avoid cleaning. I HATE CLEANING SO MUCH. Hate. Hate. Hate. It's so freaking pointless. No sooner do you do it... Continue Reading →

Can you imagine posing - with your ex - for a smiling selfie outside the family court to celebrate your divorce? I can't. The idea unsettles me, despite how focussed I am on positive co-parenting for the sake of my kids. But I'm incredibly impressed by this mum who did. Shannon Neuman has gone viral with her... Continue Reading →

The youngest's skipping club held a fundraiser last night - a viewing of That Sugar Film. Not exactly a hit with the under 10s ... a VERY restless audience. Surprise! Not a surprise ... The other - real - surprise was the reaction my kids had when we left the hall: they both wanted to give... Continue Reading →

Hormones. Suck. Big. Time. Oh, they have their uses. I mean I wouldn't want to NOT have them. But geez they put me through the wringer every month. Yesterday was baaaaaaaaad. I wrote about my hormonal hell many moons ago, in a post called Warning: This one's about PMT. It went like this ... Like... Continue Reading →

I caught up with some of my favourite weekly magazine mates last night at a really cool bar called The Hayberry. We haven't seen each other for YONKS. So long, in fact, that one of my friends now has a baby that's six months old ... last time we saw each other she was just... Continue Reading →

I was up until all hours last night (10pm in Alana World) subbing a trade journal article for DD. DD finds my turn of phrase very amusing - he tells me "subbing" is short for doing the 50 Shades of Grey-style submissive thing. I. Did. Not. Know. That. Did you? Subbing has nothing to do... Continue Reading →