I know yesterday's blog was about spew, but today really has to be about poo, because we went to see MONA. And what would MONA be without the "Cloaca"? For followers blissfully unaware of the Cloaca, it's an art exhibit that replicates the digestive system. Museum staff "feed" it steak and veggies in the morning... Continue Reading →
Totally spewing
I felt faintly queasy when I woke up yesterday. I blamed it on the free champagne at the Captain's welcome party ... Until I emerged from the inky confines of my internal cabin and saw the ship was tossing about in a three-metre swell. Blerghl-erghl ... Fortunately I have a fairly iron stomach, so I... Continue Reading →
Trust issues
Don't trust a woman who's never been to the gym to give you directions to the nearest sporting goods store. If you do, you'll spend the first two hours of your port call to Newcastle trekking in 33C heat to Newcastle West, searching in vain for the aforementioned mythical sporting goods store. You may ask... Continue Reading →
That awkward moment …
Children are unpredictable creatures, but there are some things you can always count on when you take an eight-year-old on a cruise. >> If they go to bed after 9pm the night before sailing, then rise at 6am the next morning they will be a mite mercurial all day. >> They are guaranteed to totally... Continue Reading →
Whatever floats your boat
OK, the move is over. I survived. Just. House has a Home again ... and I am totally stoked. The kids are stoked too, mainly because they're about to spend the week being besties with a free, help-yourself soft-serve ice-cream machine. At 11am this morning we're boarding the Radiance of the Seas for a seven-night cruise... Continue Reading →
Did you get your invitation??
I am in a special sort of hell today called Moving House Twice in Six Months. It's freaking horrible. What's getting me through is imagining my housewarming ... and a flashing checkerboard dancefloor in the lounge room. I've been intermittently sending out invites to the housewarming soiree between packing boxes. Has yours arrived? If it... Continue Reading →
My week: getting messy and blissing out
I was soooo much fun to be around last week. Mirena hell combined with PMT hell and collided with moving house stress. It turned me into an emotional rollercoaster extraordinaire ... until Friday. I was a bliss bunny on Friday. I decided to pretend for a few hours that I didn't need to pack and... Continue Reading →
Now here’s a crazy story
Since I have no idea how to slow down ... I've decided to move house on Monday and go on a cruise on Tuesday. That shouldn't be stressful AT ALL. But I figured I'd rather get the move out of the way so I could enjoy my holiday. Well, that's the flawed theory. Cruises have... Continue Reading →
Celebs mourn Charlie victims
Celebrities have a love-hate relationship with the media. They frequently sue them Hugh Grant famously won bucketloads in 2012 over News Of The World phone hacking claims. Grant's slams included: "There has been a section of our press that has become allowed to become toxic over the last 20 or 30 years and its main tactic... Continue Reading →
Shamed by Kev the Removalist
Kev the Removalist rang me in a complete tizz yesterday. "You didn't make your bed this morning!" he admonished, before launching into a your-place-is-a-mess rant that would put my parents to shame. He'd let himself in with the spare key to assess how many trucks were needed to transport my extensive belongings (verdict: 2, plus... Continue Reading →
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