Hellooooo! We're about to board a plane to chilly Sydney after our quickie bleisure trip to Hawaii. We're blearily sitting in the departure lounge after a terrible night's sleep at an airport hotel. We decided to cancel the farewell night we'd booked in Waikiki - we were tired after a big last day and thought... Continue Reading →

It is crazy gorgeous here ... it's Disney-style manufactured beauty, but still stunning. And I've decided there's something to be said for being the plus one on business trips. My first day as a lady of leisure was lovely. DD was out the door at 7am to hobnob with the movers and shakers in glomerular... Continue Reading →

Our home for the next five nights is a luxury resort called the Grand Wailea, which is part of the Hilton group. You might remember it from the Jennifer Anniston and Adam Sandler movie "Just Go With It". Conde Nast Traveler describes the hotel like this: "Although most resorts in Maui have open-air lobbies, none... Continue Reading →

Hello from Maui! I'm here with DD on a bleisure trip that coincides with his birthday. Bleisure is my new favourite holiday term - it's when you combine business trips with leisure ones. And it's going off like a frog in a sock during the cost-of-living crisis as people look for sneaky ways to save... Continue Reading →

I should have been packing my bags last night and getting all my ducks in a row. But I chose fun. I was invited to an event celebrating Teeling Irish Whiskey. It was being held at a cool bar called Frank Mac’s in The Rocks and I thought - yeah, it’s a bit crazy when... Continue Reading →

My bikini line has gone to rack and ruin since I developed tendonitis in my hip. Wielding hot wax while turning myself into a human pretzel has been off the agenda. My lady garden has started to resemble the illustrations in the copy of The Joy of Sex that I furtively ordered from Doubleday Book... Continue Reading →

Last night under promised and over delivered big time. I was invited to the launch of G Flip’s new alcoholic juice range - Box - at a scruffy pub in Chippendale called the Lord Gladstone. I belatedly realised as I walked up Regent Street in the drizzling rain that “The Gladdy” was the location of... Continue Reading →

The well-heeled and retired are a surprisingly voracious breed when it comes to a freebie. We were five minutes late to a Ponant cruising information session last night - a rookie error. All the grazing platters in the room were completely empty, there wasn't a slice of salami or a wedge of cheese to be... Continue Reading →

I was totally knacked last night after hauling a double bed, desk, chair, TV and other assorted household items to the youngest's first share house. DD borrowed a vintage ute from his friend D2 - it still had a cassette player in it (!!!) - and we rattled along the highway together, with DD patiently... Continue Reading →

Twenty year olds are a strange breed. They order home-delivered hamburgers at 11pm after you've fed them a substantial dinner at 8pm. They try to be thoughtful and put "DO NOT ring the doorbell" on the order, but the Uber Eats driver doesn’t read the instructions and rings it twice anyway. When I was their... Continue Reading →