the end was just the beginning
I fell off the Feb Fast wagon on Monday night. Damn, I'd been so good. But there are some dramas that call for pinot gris. And guacamole. And more pinot gris. My sister - bless her - took me out to Small Bar for some much-needed sibling support. I swore I wasn't going to overdo... Continue Reading →
Things happened over the weekend that I haven't felt quite ready to talk about until now. Much easier to bury myself in celebrity fluff. Like the moment my dog Charlie trotted inside from the garden and dropped a piece of one of my murdered chooks at my feet ... bone, flesh, feathers ... That wasn't... Continue Reading →
OK, I'm preparing for the deluge from people bitching that I've got it soooooo wrong. But I swear, I See Fire by Ed Sheeran must be pretty damn close to the most beautiful song EVER (despite what my nephew said about it not suiting the movie it was written for, the latest Hobbit installment).Listen to it... Continue Reading →
The youngest is turning 8 next month and wants to celebrate with a party at Macquarie Ice Rink. She's a bit obsessed with ice skating, despite getting limited opportunity to indulge her need for frozen speed. And whizzing around the rink on the Voyager of The Seas last month (hello? I know!) sealed the deal.... Continue Reading →
As the youngest sobbed in my arms over the loss of her chooks yesterday, Husband noticed something jump in her hair. He nabbed it surreptitiously and gave me a LOOK. "Flea?" I mouthed? "Nit?" he mouthed back. When the sobs had eased he slunk off to the bedroom to consult with Dr Google and returned... Continue Reading →
I'm still weeping as I write this. My beautiful feathered friends are gone. My heart is in pieces and I so desperately want it not to be true. Please let me go home this afternoon and discover it's some terrible prank. But I'll never again see their beady little eyes staring in my kitchen window... Continue Reading →
Flying to Melbourne for the weekend less than a week after getting home from our Northern NSW jaunt isn't the most genius planning we've ever done in the Household ... But it's worked out remarkably well. Melbourne is home to The Cousins and the eldest is a member of The Young Australian Broadway Chorus, who... Continue Reading →
Where do I begin? I want to get this right ... Do I start waaaaay back in 1980, as I sat watching Countdown and saw THIS and ABBA suddenly lost their magic for me ... (And simultaneously discovered ... at age 13 ... what hormones could do to a girl ...) Or do I fast... Continue Reading →
The youngest and I were walking the dog yesterday morning when we stumbled across the most amazing/horrifying thing. We have form in this area (I See Dead Things), so I was a little worried about how the youngest would handle it, but she was merely curious. OK ... as we were walking past a house... Continue Reading →
The loveliest man house/pet sitted for me while I was away. His name is Glen. Glen was my senior writer when I edited Woman's Day. He was the nicest, most loyal employee an editor could hope to have ... best of all he also delivered amazing interviews every week for the mag. (The pic above... Continue Reading →
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