Have I ever told you the story about the boyfriend who sent me a bouquet with a card that said: "For a Piscean who doesn't like water ... some flowers to put in it"? It was an unexpectedly romantic gesture considering he'd recently discovered a jiffy bag filled with a rainbow assortment of condoms in... Continue Reading →

Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems  That you made in your own head You know how... Continue Reading →

Yesterday was hard. I dropped the kids off to Husband for their first overnight stay. Driving them there, I wept silently behind my sunnies. My heart was heavy as I carried their pillows and toothbrushes and clothes and school bags up the stairs to their new second home. I stared at those naked walls and... Continue Reading →

It's been a looooooong, difficult week and I figure there's a fair few more of those to come. But lots of positive things are already beginning to happen. My social life has become quite the whirl. There have been so many great conversation with wonderful women and men who care. The support they've offered has... Continue Reading →

It would be very tempting to hate men at the moment, but they've made it bloody difficult by being so goddamn nice to me. I was expecting women to rally around with tea and sympathy. The blokes, on the other hand, have taken me completely by surprise. And it's not because they want to play... Continue Reading →

I am humbled by the kindness I have been shown in the last 24 hours ... and a little ashamed. People with far greater problems than my own have taken the time to check in, tell me they care, offer their help. People I barely know have sent messages, phoned or even popped over to... Continue Reading →

I have been keeping secrets from you. And I probably should still. It's so unseemly to air dirty laundry. But, at the same time, how can I NOT speak from the heart and keep writing this blog? Two years ago, when HouseGoesHome started, I was a bit broken. Some terrible stuff happened in my workplace... Continue Reading →

Silent Sunday is supposed to mean - by definition - no words. Is using someone else's OK? Specifically those by GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU author Sam McBratney: "I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare. "I love you across the river and over the hills,"... Continue Reading →