This was my status update on Facebook this afternoon. I was at Merewether SurfHouse. I was drinking pinot gris. The weather was gorgeous. The view was divine. The parking was free ... It's times such as these that I fantasise about moving back to my birthplace. Living a simpler life. Wandering barefoot on the beach every afternoon. My drinking... Continue Reading →

Sprog 2 settled down with some buttered toast to watch one of her favourite movies yesterday morning, Wall-E. And it reminded me of a story I wrote, but never published, about a shell-shocked visit I paid to Florida. Since I've been busy disposing of taking the roosters to a farm instead of blogging, I thought... Continue Reading →

Ultimate comfort food, what more can I say? Sausages with cauliflower cheese mash INGREDIENTS: 5 medium potatoes, peeled and cubed; half a cauliflower, cut into florets; 100ml long-life cream (I prefer mine lactose free); 1 cup grated cheddar cheese; knob of butter; sea salt and freshly ground pepper; olive oil; 2 red onions; sliced; few sprigs... Continue Reading →

It was a sloooooow day for the blog yesterday, reaffirming something I've long suspected: readers hate posts about chooks. (What is wrong with you people? Chooks are awesome.) Undaunted - well, slightly daunted - I opened (sought solace in) a bottle of cheap sav blanc and started analysing all the dirty stuff people (men) have searched to arrive at housegoeshome. Because if there's one thing working at Cosmo magazine for nine years... Continue Reading →

I played chook lotto and I lost. I stuck my hand in a box of fluffy chicks and pulled out two roosters. (Come to think of it, playing rooster roulette might be a more accurate description.) I didn't know they were roosters at the time. I fed, nurtured and heat-lamped the little guys in my family room for... Continue Reading →

Everywhere I turn there's so much waste. Every Sunday night, Husband drags our full-to-bursting recyling bin and garbage bin onto the curb. I kid myself I'm being good, cutting down on packaging, steering towards fresh foods. But all those cereal boxes, beer cartons and juice containers keep piling up. Then there's the twice-yearly junk removal service provided by our local council. Just chuck your crap... Continue Reading →

Click through to Village Voices for the envelope opening ... plus a rant from me on reality TV desecrating the meaning of celebrity. How could you miss reading that? Go on, one little click, it won't hurt a bit ... It's called "Why do I care about Kim's missing ribs?" (and not a bit about Seal and Heidi getting back... Continue Reading →

Waiting at a pedestrian crossing, I saw a flyer taped to a pole with the fluttery phone numbers to tear off. Someone was looking for a flatmate. The big sell on the ad was that no-one was "sleeping on the balcony or in the living room". Well there's a bonus. Fark, imagine bedding down on the balcony each night. Cosy.... Continue Reading →

My cousin reported the first frost of the season "near Abermain" on Facebook this morning. Brrrrrrr, bloody freezing here too. I cried on my morning jog. Not because I was sad or something hurt or frostbite was setting in. My tearducts just hate the cold. (They've always been dodgy, they had to be operated on when I was a wee bubby because they wouldn't... Continue Reading →