Just a quickie today. I slipped on a wet floor with a live chicken in each hand (yes, really; the osteo had never heard that one before either) and hurt my back, so I'm off to get fixed up. I hope. I really want to do a 9am pump class tomorrow ... I'm dreaming, right?    ... Continue Reading →

My birthday was back in March but I feel like I'm turning 44 all over again this week. Hurrah. First, my sister took me out for a birthday dinner on Wednesday night. We've been trying to schedule it for months, but life - and school holidays - kept getting in the way. She'd bought one of... Continue Reading →

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER SCIENTOLOGY SCANDAL ... OR 3 Let's start with the TomKat (just the way I like it) ... Suri Cruise will get a serious car phobia if her parents aren't careful. According to the New York Daily News, Tom Cruise could be questioned by police over his role in a high-speed car chase after the actor and his 6-year-old... Continue Reading →

Sprog 1's room will be the death of me. Yesterday I threatened to make it the death of her. My exact words when I picked her up from school were: "I cleaned your room yesterday for the last time. If it gets messy again I will kill you ... or throw all your stuff away."... Continue Reading →

I'm wading through the murk so you don't have to. Here are today's juicy bits a la Housegoeshome ... WHAT WERE SOUTH AFRICAN MARIE CLAIRE THINKING? Just in case you couldn't tell, the magazine has photoshopped Princess Kate’s head onto a model’s body as part of a tribute by South African designers to their Princess.... Continue Reading →

If you're a Housegoeshome regular, you will be aware that I am mildly nuts. Not as loopy as the woman who harasses the checkout chicks at my local IGA, demanding they admire her aura and explain why a Hollywood celebrity hasn't swept her off her feet yet - but gently cuckoo. If you are new to the blog, let me give... Continue Reading →

TomKat's divorce has my gossip juices following again. I've got stars in my eyes. I'm thinking about doing some regular Hollywood blog posts at housegoeshome. All the juicy bits, without having to wade around in the murk. What do you reckon? Workshop it with me. I can't decide whether to just have the occasional spray, like I... Continue Reading →

I find myself, at age 44 - not 43 as I whimsically suggested on Sunday - in need of artificial stimulants to get me through the day. Around lunchtime the weariness starts to set in. MUST. GET. DIET. COKE. Thanks to my friends, I've been subjected to enough depressing posts on Facebook to know Diet Coke isn't a healthy beverage. So... Continue Reading →

As the weekly magazines try to squeeze the last drops of sweet nectar from the TomKat divorce, judging the The Mag I Bought This Week Award gets tricky. Dare I say it, but I’m slightly fatigued by the drama. I think I’m reaching a point where I just want to see photos of Katie picking... Continue Reading →

I went to jail yesterday. With a crashing hangover. It was ace. I took a Unisom the night before. It's a great way to avoid the 2am dry horrors, because you're so dribblingly unconscious you don't notice them. You just have to hope kidney failure - or whatever mixing Unisom and alcohol might cause - doesn't set in. I'm thinking it might be... Continue Reading →