the end was just the beginning
Seven years ago I started editing kids' cookbooks. It was a product of boredom. Someone decided I'd been editing Woman's Day long enough and "promoted" me out of the job to what was colloquially known at my Park Street HQ as "the departure lounge." Not much happens in the departure lounge and it drove me... Continue Reading →
But no, the real estate agent misled me. When I asked him at the front door about price expectations he quoted a figure that I might just have been able to afford (even after I factored in the 10%+ you invariably add on top). I spent the morning and early afternoon in a giddy haze... Continue Reading →
Now that I have your attention ... I didn't so much turn down Orlando Bloom as show a distinct lack of interest in him. I'm not sure what it says about me. Either I have boulders in my head or that I've matured in some belated and completely unexpected fashion. Right ... Time to stop... Continue Reading →
I decided last night that the blog was becoming waaaaaay too self-absorbed. I resolved to write something funny or insightful, but I just couldn't rouse myself from the sofa to type. I was so bloody tired after only one hour of sleep on Wednesday night. So you're stuck with the me-me-me blog I started tapping... Continue Reading →
Wednesday mornings are always a bit stressy in the Household, but yesterday took the Black Forest cake. It kicked off at 4am with a serenade from the neighbour's illegal rooster, followed by a Niagra Falls of rain cascading over the farked guttering in my rental. I staggered out of bed at 6am, hopelessly underprepared with... Continue Reading →
I asked Husband if he could mind the kids last night, but he had "modest plans". What the hell are "modest plans" other than wanky? I presume it's code for something, so I asked no further questions and hired my dear friend Mel to babysit the girls instead. Then I dashed off to a dodgy... Continue Reading →
I'm really crap at holding a grudge. Case in point: feckless Husband. But I do have a nemesis. And I discovered yesterday afternoon that we were going to the same travel function last night. I'd thought the only person I'd need to avoid at travel functions was Husband's you-know-what, since she used to be in... Continue Reading →
God I was a bore yesterday. It wasn't very fair on my dad, since it was supposed to be his special day, but I was dowwwwwwwn. I had to keep popping off to the bathroom for little sad moments. Eventually I dipped out early and went home so people wouldn't have to deal with my... Continue Reading →
Morning has dawned on our first Father's Day as a new sort of family: one where Dad lives somewhere else. The kids are remarkably fine with their new lives, I keep expecting the emotional shite to hit the fan, but they're coping pretty well so far. I've instructed Husband to be waiting outside his apartment... Continue Reading →
"Mum, we've found your [missing] glasses," the kids shouted triumphantly yesterday afternoon. "They were in the gutter!" The youngest held up a mangled piece of plastic. Ah. So, not only were they in the gutter, but I'd reversed over them. Comprehensively. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. It's been that sort of year. Luckily,... Continue Reading →
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