So there's a knock on my front door this morning and I find a man and his son on my doormat. It's a very big doormat. They didn't have fundraising chocolate boxes or bibles, so I was a bit perturbed. He introduced himself as my neighbour from a few doors away and explained he was having his 40th birthday tonight. He apologised and handed me a note... Continue Reading →

It was the Official Closing Ceremony for Sprog 2's Festival of the Birthday yesterday. I collected five children from school and drove them to Luna Park (or Luna Fark, as I prefer to call it, see https://housegoeshome.com/2011/12/22/luna-fark/) for two and a half hours of "fun". (That's a bit harsh. The Spider ride made me squeal like a girl, while... Continue Reading →

I was out last night, at a class mum's dinner. I didn't wee behind any trees! (See Caught Short, https://housegoeshome.com/2011/11/11/caught-short/ I really need to learn how to do quick links ...) I did, however, get home late and knackered, so you'll have to make do with an Expat Tale today. This one's about shopping and election night in Harlem. It's... Continue Reading →

Fellow blogger http://www.andandrea.com gave me a clever idea for repurposing chevap skinless sausages: roll them into meatballs! Genius idea, Andrea! So last night I turned some into Moroccan Meatball Tagine. Yum! The Sprogs loved it, Husband loved it, I loved it. Very easy too. (But not preservative-free, Megz, you might need to make your own meatballs from scratch.)... Continue Reading →

My sister and I met last night to discuss The Cruise (only 14 days and counting 'til departure). We ran through all the important stuff like which alcohol package to choose, what wineries to visit and whether to swim with stingrays. My mother rang in a tizz, worried the stingray swim was already booked out. There's a "see your... Continue Reading →

My pilates teacher loves feng shui - all the yoga mats must be lined up just so - and hates mobile phones. So mine gets turned off during classes. When I switched it back on yesterday, I was inundated with messages from Husband, school and a friend. Sprog 2 was in sick bay. Could I go and pick her up immediately? I was a bit... Continue Reading →

It ain't easy being a redhead. You are pale, you are freckly, your hair is a weird colour and people make fun of it. I have no idea why I was so thrilled when Sprog 1 was born with red fuzz on her head. I didn't think, poor little thing, you'll blister in the sun, you'll be called a ranga, you'll curse your tresses. I was totally besotted... Continue Reading →

I was a bit torn at the check-out. I really wanted to know who Brad's secret family were, despite commonsense telling me it wouldn't be quite the dramatic revelation I was hoping for. But I wasn't madly keen to read the other New Idea cover stories. Then I spotted Famous with Posh: It's Worse Than We... Continue Reading →

We'd been planning our rendezvous for weeks. Searching for a moment we could be alone together. Finally, we got our chance. Her husband was taking the kids to tennis on Saturday morning. I quickly drove to her place. She was waiting on her verandah. I ran up the stairs, she ushered me inside. She asked if I wanted to do it in... Continue Reading →