the end was just the beginning
It was a tough decision. I didn't feel an emotional connection to any of them. The only thing I wanted to read this morning was the newspaper report on poor Ian Turpie dying. But I couldn't cop out in my second week, I had to choose one. When I saw the WHO cover on Friday, I thought,... Continue Reading →
I was the girl with tears gushing down her face, watching Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares 2 U" over and over and over again. (Need a refresher? Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUiTQvT0W_0) I'd push the VHS cassette in, press play, sob, press stop, rewind (clackety-clackety-clack), press play, sob ... over and over. I was living with him. One day he packed his bags and left. Forever. I called my best friend and blubbered... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 woke early yesterday and asked if we could go for a walk. "Mummy can't," I said, "she has to go to jail." Sprog 2 didn't bat an eyelid, just curled up on the sofa to watch Charlie & Lola. Mummy had a hangover, so she wasn't really looking forward to jail. But she'd promised... Continue Reading →
I lit out of the house early this morning and left Husband and the Sprogs to their own devices. So they went worming in the reserve across the road. As you do. And now the worms are sitting in a worm farm on my kitchen bench. Ewwww. Ewwwww. Ewwwww. Ewwww ... Then Sprog 1 got to work on... Continue Reading →
It's amazing what you can get for $2.99 at Woolies these days. The Sprogs will lurve these on Easter morning. They'll come in very handy on the cruise. I reckon New Zealand could get quite chilly in April (considering how goddamn cold Sydney is in early March). Now, if the Bunny could just bring me some eye-bag surgery as my Easter pressie ... PS This short blog is dedicated to Helen, who tells... Continue Reading →
Life has been pretty cold, wet, dreary and uneventful lately. And I have shocking PMT. I need cheering up. So I'm going to tell you about seeing Hugh Jackman naked. In real life. That always makes me smile. (It's working already! I'm grinning like a madwoman in a shopping centre food court, exiled from my home by the cleaners,... Continue Reading →
When I was in New York I wrote a blog that few people read. It was for a lovely magazine that few people bought, called Wondertime. I stumbled across some of my blog posts while clearing stuff off an old laptop. Since I've recently become addicted to blogging twice a day, I thought I'd share the occasional one with... Continue Reading →
I'm not a car person. Husband isn't either. We only have one and it doesn't get much love. It's 10 years old, dented, plastered with stickers and littered with old Diet Coke cans and crumbs and other crap. It stands out like dogs' balls at school pick-up. We live in a shiny, new Volvo people-mover... Continue Reading →
My astronomically expensive one-month gym membership expires on Monday. Should I stay or should I go? If I join for 12 months, it will cost me less than a quarter of the cleaner's bill each week. Isn't getting myself in order as important as getting the house in order? Plus I get a free Daily Telegraph every time I go. I don't get that from my cleaner.... Continue Reading →
I think I'm becoming a "woman of a certain age". I've been admiring "woman of a certain age" boutiques. There's one in every middle-class shopping strip. They're filled with scented candles, chunky jewellery and vaguely ethnic fashions. I gaze at the dresses in the window and think "ooooh, what a gorgeous colour!" and "my, such lovely embroidery!". I fantasise about trying things on. I imagine how casually elegant I'd look. But I... Continue Reading →
