My eldest daughter finished primary school yesterday. I'm still in denial. I thought I would cry buckets, but I was too busy trying to spot her red hair in the crowd and capture the moment on camera. I might have to think about doing an Ed Sheeran and give up social media for a while... Continue Reading →

I wasn't expecting to enjoy middle-aged dating quite so much. To be honest, I wasn't expecting to middle-aged date at all. I didn't think I would meet anyone who would give me a buzz. And I really doubted my appeal to the opposite sex. So I find it quite remarkable that I went on ONE... Continue Reading →

I've been feeling a little forlorn about the youngest declaring that it's the final year she'll appear in a photo with Santa. Santa photos are a bit of a tradition in my family. My mum made sure every Christmas was documented on an old bloke's lap. Actually, now that I look through the photo albums,... Continue Reading →

OK, I think I've freaked everyone out enough for the moment about s*x ... Time to move on to less controversial topics, such finally getting my act together for Christmas. I usually have my Christmas shopping done by July and my tree up by 9am on December 1. Not. Kidding. This year has been a... Continue Reading →

Someone was unsettled by me oversharing on the blog yesterday. And it got me thinking. They wrote on HouseGoesHome's Facebook page: "I'm sorry you have medical issues and I don't question your personal choice not to have a hysterectomy. I question why you'd share this news on FB." I don't know this woman. My blog must... Continue Reading →

It's been fascinating to see how much disapproval I've attracted for NOT having a hysterectomy. Women are quite evangelical about them. My gyno is pretty giddy too. I have friends who went through hell prior to having their hysterectomies and are sooooooo grateful to finally have relief. That's not me. My womb razing earlier this... Continue Reading →

Confession: I'm a bit panicked. Well, a bit more panicked than usual. I got a call from a specialist yesterday about Freddie the Fibroid. He called me on his mobile. His actual, personal mobile. I'm not used to specialists calling me on their mobiles. They usually work through receptionists. I mean - I could be... Continue Reading →

I don't get invited out much, but a few travel PRs still think I work for escape.com.au ... so when I got invited to the opening of the new Ovolo hotel at Woolloomooloo I said YES, YES, YES! My mini-makeover came in very handy. I felt very glam with my tinted lashes and freshly coloured, blow-dried... Continue Reading →

Four years ago, I stood behind a grumpy old woman in the queue at the bank. She was 70 in the shade. And soooo pernicketty. At one point, the bank teller had to turn his computer screen around to prove he wasn’t lying to her. I was his next customer. I smiled sympathetically at him. He took my cheque... Continue Reading →

I can't say too much about the eldest's year 6 formal because she's a private little/big thing. She would be horrified if I revealed too much. So I'll just skirt around the edges ... and confess I cried my eyes out at the end. But let's start at the beginning. She wore a 5th Doctor... Continue Reading →