the end was just the beginning
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 →
Where do you stand on lady gardens? Are you on the bald-as-a-badger, au naturale, bikini wax, G-string wax, or Brazilian side of the fence? I pondered the hairy issue yesterday as I endured extravagant pain at my local beautician. And I decided I'm oddly dogmatic when it comes to denuding the bush. While I'm all... 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 →
I've never been a rat kinda girl, whether they be the furry or love variety ... but Riff Ratt has almost turned me. This little guy was rescued from a reptile store where he was about to be fed to the snakes and is best friends with a three-year-old Dutch shepherd called Osiris. The adorable... Continue Reading →
Don't you, don't you! Why do I love that song so much? Anyways ... more about that later. Happy Mother's Day to all my mum readers out there. I'm celebrating by going to an 8am pump class at the gym ... woo-hoo! There will also be a ceremonial opening of my gifts from the school... Continue Reading →
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