the end was just the beginning
OK, there, I've said it. So shoot me. It feels like some shameful secret I'm supposed to hide - my joy that my children have strong, lithe, healthy bodies. When I enter my local aquatic centre, I shudder at the size of some of the kids in their cossies. I murmur a prayer of thanks... Continue Reading →
The Household landed at Sydney Airport around 3.30pm this afternoon - we've been to Melbourne for a wedding - and I got super-excited as the bus approached our far-flung corner of the long-term carpark because the enormous tree we'd parked under appeared to have sustained serious storm damage. A massive branch had been ripped from... Continue Reading →
There's nothing quite like a dance floor at a wedding - 70-year-olds and seven-year-olds and everyone else in-between grooving to Twist and Shout, Blame It On The Boogie, Oh What A Night ... it doesn't seem to matter how many decades pass, the tunes stay exactly same. The Household shook their tail feathers en masse... Continue Reading →
My Google searching for Sprog 1's birthday has progressed to the lolly bag stage. What does one put in a Mad Scientist Party lolly bag? Good lordy, you won't believe the bizarre choices there are. Here are just a few of the kooky candies I've discovered on my Google travels. I'm thinking about making these... Continue Reading →
Welcome to the latest installment of an occasional series called HouseHunting. As previously blogged, I'm a property pornographer. Totally real-estate obsessed. Here's my lust object ... What the agent says: "Set well down from the street out of view and backing onto Stringybark Reserve, this spacious and character filled home ensures quiet family seclusion with... Continue Reading →
When did you last go to a wedding? I seem to be more in a funeral phase myself. Fortunately they don't hold divorce ceremonies, otherwise I'd be going to a fair few of those too. Oh, I tell a lie, a dear friend got married a few years ago. It was a casual affair, being... Continue Reading →
I'm compiling a list of instructions for our bunny sitters (we're off to a wedding). They were pretty straightforward until things went a bit Gremlins last night. The rules for Mogwai were: never expose it to bright light (especially sunlight, which will kill it); never get it wet (which will make it multiply); and, most importantly:... Continue Reading →
I had a very important meeting yesterday. I was pitching story ideas to an editor. Ooo-la-lah. So I thought I should dress the part. I dusted off my old work clothes, only to discover they were covered in mould. I suppose that's what happens when your wardrobe is positioned next to a bathroom with a dodgy exhaust... Continue Reading →
Think about your everyday diet - it's a fair bet most of your meals include carbs. Imagine cutting every single piece of pasta, rice, bread and potato out ... that's what I was forced to do five years ago when I was diagnosed with multiple disaccharide deficiencies. Geez it was tough, almost impossible. And I was... Continue Reading →
I've got this thing for older men. It's weird, because I wasn't previously wired this way. I've always drooled over the pretty boys. But I'm finding 50-year-old men increasingly attractive. And the Zac Efrons of this world are leaving me cold. Is it some random symptom of peri-menopause that no-one's thought to mention? Mind you,... Continue Reading →
