the end was just the beginning
Separated life is a rollercoaster, I've just got to ride it. Last week, my carriage hurtled into one of the dips and got stuck. Equipment malfunction. It finally started edging its way back up the incline on Monday afternoon. By Tuesday I was good again. Not high as a kite, but in a nice, comfortable... Continue Reading →
It's been a week since we first got together RSVP and I think it's time we had a little chat. Our relationship has been ... unusual. And I'm not sure it's going anywhere. I'm flattered by the attention you've been lavishing on me - and all those "kisses" - but I'm not sure we have... Continue Reading →
I almost killed my kids yesterday. Not in a you-are-driving-me-crazy way. We live in a dim, cool semi. I had no idea Sydney was having an outrageously unseasonable heatwave. So I crammed a backpack with leftover pizza and Oreos and took the kids and the dog on a looooooooong walk. It was very picturesque ...... Continue Reading →
Something amazing happened to nightlife in Newcastle when I wasn't looking - it got REALLY cool. No more dancing to Melissa's "Do to me what your eyes say you wanna do ..." at the Crazy Horse or peeling your shoes off the sticky, beer-soaked carpet at Fannys ... I have no idea why you'd bother... Continue Reading →
The ALS Ice Bucket Challenge is so last week in the celebrity world ... now it's all about #FeelingNuts, which raises awareness for testicular cancer by encouraging men to check their testicles for abnormalities. British organisation Check One Two started promoting the campaign via YouTube in June and it's started gathering momentum in la-la land. Check out... Continue Reading →
I decided you were all dirty buggers when yesterday's blog post - "Let's Talk About Sex" - started going off. I'm talking crazy clicks. Ah, I thought, so that's the secret. Just put "sex" in the title each day and my numbers will go through the roof, HouseGoesHome will be a runaway success and I'll... Continue Reading →
I went bar hopping in Newcastle last night. It was exactly the sort of bulk fun I needed after a crappy week in the trenches. We started early - 4.30pm - so we could soak up the afternoon rays at our first port of call. Five bars later ... My head is a bit hurty... Continue Reading →
It's official: I miss the kids terribly and can't wait to see them in a few hours. It's been eight loooooong days since I last cuddled them. Also official: organising dog sitting is a big, fat pain. My advice: never get a dog as revenge on your duplicitous husband. (He didn't want a dog, so... Continue Reading →
So, there's this blog idea floating around: three things I like about me. Miss Cackle wrote a confronting version that included these moving sentences: "I’ve never liked her, the girl in the mirror. I’ve never much liked the girl inside that skin, either. Whether it’s innate or society telling me I should never tell myself I’m... Continue Reading →
Ex-Husband called me from a pay phone yesterday to confess he's left the country on a "mini-break." Well ... I'm guessing he's left the country because of the pay phone and the fact he informed me later in the conversation he could only be reached via text or email. And you can guess the identity... Continue Reading →
housegoeshome 