Yes, yes, I know I just had a holiday, but I need another one. I'm knackered. I got back late on Sunday afternoon and dived straight into filling in as news editor on Kidspot on Monday. Then, on Tuesday I volunteered to start work from 6am each day. (So if I whinge about it, slap... Continue Reading →

My kids were lucky enough to have the most awesome experience last week - they stayed on a horse property in Nana Glen, near Coffs Harbour, for two nights. My dear school friend Tracy owns a property there. It's set in the most glorious location and her horses are divine. The kids were totally blitzed... Continue Reading →

I spent two blissful nights last week sleeping in my first Air BnB - The Old Alpaca Shed. It's owned by my dear friends Bronwyn and Simon and is literally an old alpaca shed that's been turned into rustic, charming accommodation. The Old Alpaca Shed is located near a little village called The Channon, which... Continue Reading →

It will come as no surprise to hear that my mini-break had its dramatic moments. I thought I'd get them out of the way first, then bore you with all my pretty, happy snaps later. I am SHATTERED. I drove to the Byron Bay hinterland and back over a five-day period. It was a bit... Continue Reading →

I've been battling writer's block recently. DD was startled to wake on Sunday morning and discover I hadn't blogged yet - he's become accustomed to there being a new HouseGoesHome post by 7am, regular as clockwork, 365 days a year. But inspiration just wouldn't come. He'd suggested the night before that I write about my... Continue Reading →

I like things done a certain way. It can be deeply infuriating for people who prefer to go with the flow. I'm getting better with being spur of the moment, but it still does my head in a bit. I'd rather know - five weeks in advance - what I'll be doing at 3pm on... Continue Reading →

I have a terrible memory. Terrible. Whole swathes of people and events have been erased. How do you erase people? Especially ones who remember you, by name? I manage it somehow. It occurred to me this morning at the gym - I get some of my best thinking done while holding a heavy bar above... Continue Reading →

A lovely electronic friend asked me how I was yesterday. She was worried about me being lonely without my kids and wanted to know if I was missing them. She wrote: "They can be a bastard like that - drive you nuts when they are there, then break your heart when they're not!" I replied:... Continue Reading →

When I tell people I'm dating someone who doesn't talk much they start to giggle. They remark that it shouldn't be a problem because I talk enough for two people. I think I'm getting a reputation. I'm not used to dating someone who doesn't talk much. Journalists can talk underwater. Put them together at a... Continue Reading →

One of my all-time favourite bloggers, Pinky Poinker, wrote a post last year called On My Deathbed. She pondered what life's really about and asked the curly question “What matters to YOU in life?” I felt a bit spooked after reading it. A few hours earlier I’d wailed on my blog: “I don’t know what I... Continue Reading →