the end was just the beginning
There's a fabulous blogger called Pinky Poinker who you really must follow. She regales you with stories about her primary school students, who can do amazing things like stuff their lobes inside their ear canals, and about plants sending her messages in bars. A Pinky blog never fails to raise my spirits. Yesterday she wrote... Continue Reading →
It's surreal to burrow your toes in the wet sand one minute - as the northern sun warms your face - then tunnel through the dark suburbs of Sydney on a commuter train the next. It felt all ... forgive the wanky word ... discombobulating ... to be back in Sydney last night. I was... Continue Reading →
It wasn't my idea of swimming weather yesterday. A few showers and a struggle to 22C. My idea of swimming weather is 38C. Hence it's a rare occurrence - a bit like when Brigadoon comes. But I thought, bugger it, I'm staying across the road from the ocean, it would be a crime not go... Continue Reading →
I am here. The day stretches gloriously before me, filled with no particular plans other than a walk on that lovely beach and hunting down a takeaway shop reputed to serve Australia's best burger. It feels good ... And a little naughty, since Monday mornings are usually spent hustling to the train station and going... Continue Reading →
OK, it's a bit wrong that I'm excited that Husband has the kids for the first week of the school holidays and I get the chance to duck away for a mini-break ... but, bugger it, I can't wait. I'm off to explore northern NSW for a few days with a foodie/arty friend. I fly... Continue Reading →
As the youngest and I walked to school yesterday, her warm little hand in mine, we excitedly discussed our decorating plans for her new bedroom ... for like, the millionth time ... She is her mother's daughter. We haven't found a house to buy, there's not even a sniff of one. But it's still... Continue Reading →
As I was making Jamie Oliver's British carbonara last night, the kids sprung "Muuuuuuuum, it's crazy sock day at school tomorrow!" on me. Of course, all the crazy socks got turfed in the great move of 2014. So, being a total pushover, I said "OK, OK, let me finish dinner then we'll go to Westfield... Continue Reading →
The eldest has requested a crop top. This is hardly surprising since she is centimetres shy of my height, her size 9 adult thongs barely fit and I just bought her size 8 adult shorts that are only slightly too big. You could safely say she's on the Amazonian spectrum and puberty can't be far... Continue Reading →
It's funny the reactions people have to my blog. A dear friend contacted me about yesterday's post, concerned I was a suicide risk. I was a bit startled she might think that, since the blog was actually about doing stuff that's irresponsible but fun. And topping myself isn't high on that list. Actually, it's not... Continue Reading →
I can't help myself. I've spent most of my life being very, very sensible. And I feel like being a bit stupid for a change. Even as a teenager, I had my head screwed on a little too tightly. Oh, I had my fair share of spews after drinking too much, but you'd basically describe... Continue Reading →
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