All is not well at Housegoeshome. I am, knock on wood, the only family member who hasn't succumbed to illness this week. I'm putting it down to giving up Diet Coke and not drinking alcohol for two whole nights. I am a paragon of virtue. (Until 6pm tonight, when I'll slug a few pre-movie Pinot Grigios before... Continue Reading →

Heston Blumenthal's wacky creations captivated the Sprogs recently, when they saw Heston's Feasts at their cousins' house. So Husband racked up an episode of Heston's Mission Impossible for them the other night. Heston's challenge was to makeover cinema snacks. Perfect, we thought. Until he started experimenting with 4D theatre and providing squirts of scent to accompany movies. The film he chose was... Continue Reading →

Last week, The Australian reported on a study that found kids who go into childcare at the age of two or three are no worse off emotionally than those kept at home. It said, among other things: "Charles Sturt University's Linda Harrison told The Australian the analysis was based on a longitudinal study of 5000 Australian children recruited... Continue Reading →

The problem with blubbering on your blog about being down is that everyone goes on suicide watch. Long after you've hauled yourself out of your hole of self pity, people keep giving you concerned looks, patting your arm, asking if you'd like to talk about it. No, I would not like to talk about it. I am repressed and only capable of expressing... Continue Reading →

Any moment now, my family will descend on the house for Christmas in July Part 2. Husband and the Sprogs are huddled around the TV watching the Olympic opening ceremony. I'm - as usual - cooking This time around it's slow-roasted lamb with assorted veggies, with Christmas Cake Strudel for dessert. The strudel is part of the Christmas... Continue Reading →

I know I should be wallowing in self-pity about living in a nice house with my two gorgeous children, talented Husband and age warts - see Who Are You In Your 40s - but there's too much to celebrate today. Not only is it Christmas in July Part 2 (The Grandparents Arrive), but it's the first... Continue Reading →

Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... ROB WALKS OUT ON KRISTEN Robert Pattinson has left the Los Angeles home he shared with Kristen Stewart, People magazine has confirmed. "I'm not sure they'll be able to recover from this," a source has revealed, adding Robert is  "heartbroken and angry". And humiliated in the eyes of the ENTIRE WORLD.... Continue Reading →

This should be a blog post about how fabulous it is to be 40+. But it's not. I have no fricking idea who I am in my 40s. I am completely, totally lost. I thought I finally had my shit together in my 30s. I was juggling a successful career with two kids. I was confident. I ran at life like... Continue Reading →

Ah, there's nothing quite like the smell of burning flesh in a doctor's surgery. Especially when it's your own. After much badgering from my mother - she spotted a dodgy mole on my back during The Cruise - I finally went to a skin cancer clinic yesterday. At first, it was just my pride that hurt, when the doctor announced... Continue Reading →