My mum took pity on me when I blogged that I couldn't afford a Bonds tracksuit top from Woolies and sent a text message saying she'd pay for it. Bless her. So I hoofed back to discover I wasn't the only one who'd gone berserk at the prospect of clothes shopping in a supermarket -... Continue Reading →

My sister texted me yesterday morning around 8am, worried there was something wrong because I hadn't blogged yet. That's the problem with blogging every single freaking day, people think you've fallen under a bus if you don't. The back-end of my site informed me earlier this week that the most popular time of the week... Continue Reading →

Thursday mornings are a strange beast. I wake up alone in a silent house with no school lunches or work commute to make. No kids, no work ... the day stretches before me like a gift. But sometimes I want a refund. Today is one of those days. I miss the tousled blonde staggering out... Continue Reading →

It's supposed to be one of those admirable traits we teach our children, but I've realised there's something I'm not good at sharing ... THEM. My ex's girlfriend - SSF - is becoming an increasingly open presence in his world and therefore my kids' lives. At first the girls were strangely silent about their dad's... Continue Reading →

I can't quite believe I'm three years shy of 50. I still think - and act - like I'm 35. I spot my wrinkles in the mirror sometimes and think "Hang on - who the hell is that?" I certainly don't feel almost 50, even though I complain about "descending into middle-age" and embracing trakkie... Continue Reading →

It's funny the little things that float my boat as I descend into middle age. I was soooooo excited to discover Bonds tracksuit pants at my local Woolies and couldn't resist slipping a pair into my trolley. There was a whole display of leisure wear .... I almost bought gym pants, a T-shirt and a... Continue Reading →

Things got messy last night. And hot. And sticky. And this little Cinderella didn't tumble into bed until 1.30am ... I went to something called Hot Dub Time Machine. It was awesome. You might even say it was bulk fun. OK, you'd definitely say it was bulk fun between 10pm and 11.30pm. That was one... Continue Reading →

Yesterday ... it wasn't good. Something distressing from my past came back to haunt me and something in my future laid me low. I cursed the unfairness of life on my train journey home, wondering yet again why I was the only person who DOESN'T get away with blue murder. Instead I'm the sucker who's... Continue Reading →

Tinder is a funny old place. It's such a superficial way to decide if someone has potential as a partner: swiping left or right based on their appearance a photograph. I never really took to it. Kerri Sackville wrote a very amusing piece about the Tinder photo palaver at the SMH: The men who post... Continue Reading →