the end was just the beginning
I went to Medicare yesterday and got a dreadful shock. They've stopped the free money. I loved my cash refunds, they felt like I'd won a minor prize on Lotto. Now the money is deposited straight into your bank account - damn progress - which is very dull. Especially when you wait 20 minutes for... Continue Reading →
I've been contemplating letting myself go. Well, more than I have already. Eating without guilt. Skipping the gym. Giving up on pants with waistbands. I don't think Husband would mind. His dating history is littered with voluptuous women. The concept of consuming food indiscriminately and damning the consequences is very tempting. I took it for... Continue Reading →
I went to the Olive Tree Markets on Saturday. It's in the grounds of The Junction Primary School, in Newcastle. It gave me a serious case of schoolyard envy - there was a huge veggie patch with a scarecrow and everything. The market stalls were pretty good too, though a little skewed to the baby... Continue Reading →
It's a whole year since I admitted to the world - via my blog - that I didn't notice the Global Financial Crisis. And I'm celebrating my ignorance with a redux of the post. Husband forwarded the original blog to all his business journalist mates and their faces went all Munch's The Scream-looking as they... Continue Reading →
I was eating fruit and yogurt in a cafe at Waverton yesterday. I never go to Waverton. Ever. (Actually, I never eat fruit and yogurt either. But I've been these having bizarre cravings for weeks. No, I'm not pregnant. At least I hope I'm not ... No, I'm definitely not. Crosses fingers tightly.) An acquaintance... Continue Reading →
I may have become a little irrationally cross yesterday about running late for an appointment with the reading recovery teacher at the Sprogs' school. I may have yelled with frustration when Sprog 2 couldn't do up her seatbelt, forcing me to pull the car over after reversing out of the driveway like a madwoman (yes,... Continue Reading →
These are four words that strike dread in my heart. They usually mean I've written a blog that might upset my nearest and dearest. Yesterday, I got the "you are so brave" line in the school playground while chatting to some mums. It was because of my blog called Love On The Rocks, that discussed... Continue Reading →
Rosie O'Donnell weds Wow, Rosie O'Donnell just keeps those poetic surprises coming. Last week it was a heart attack, this week she announced on her blog that she got secretly married to fianceé Michelle Rounds. The couple, who announced their engagement in December last year, exchanged vows on June 9 in a private ceremony in New York, O'Donnell's... Continue Reading →
I just saw Hope Springs. It's about a couple in their 50s who've forgotten how to touch, love or connect with each other. It made me laugh and cry. Steve Carrell asking Tommy Lee Jones about his sex life was pretty entertaining. Meryl Streep's abject unhappiness in her marriage was pretty devastating. The movie has... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 has informed me that she wants a "roadkill toy with all its guts hanging out" for Christmas. She's obviously recovered from her psychic distress over the book about the guy who wants a tan so badly he cooks himself in the sun. I couldn't believe someone would design a soft toy that looked... Continue Reading →
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