the end was just the beginning
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'm going all geeky on you today with Doctor Who references. Probably just another avoidance tactic on my part, but I've got this funny idea in my head that I just can't get out. I've decided it's time for me to "regenerate". And in the words of Doctor no.10 - "I don't want to go!"... 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 →
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 →
