Easter on a cruise to Auckland is cold, and I just keep growing older. I wish I could have known (croons) enough about computers to leave my iPad at home .... fabulous gadget, perfect for net surfing when wi-fi isn't 65c a minute, but just a glorified typewriter for the next 13 days. Useful, mind... Continue Reading →

Last night after a delectable Kahlua Butterball (which Sister assures me is usually called a Cocksucking Cowboy, but this is a family cruise), I took a weary Sprog 2 back to our cabin for a home reader (promised Husband)  and an early night while the rest of our party adjourned to the Aurora Theatre for... Continue Reading →

Worrying about Sprog 2"s not insubstantial weight crashing down on me from her bunk bed led to a fitful night's sleep. The bunks lower from the ceiling  (nifty!), but they don't have a safety rail. I'm presuming they expect parents to break the fall for their beloved offspring. It's also unsettling to feel the boat sway... Continue Reading →

I'm writing this poolside while simultaneously keeping an eye on the Sprogs and the cocktail menu (loving the Pomegranite Spritz). Good thing I'm an accomplished multi-tasker. Although I could do without Sprog 2's drowning impressions every two seconds. Enervating. And distracting while trying to get on with the important business of blogging. The pools on... Continue Reading →

I'm boarding the Radiance of The Seas in just a few hours. I'm obscenely excited. I hope my thousands, I mean hundreds ... ok, tens (the birthday subscription drive was a bust) of followers will join me - electronically - for the ride. Unlike last time I left the country, when only 12 people checked in on my travels some... Continue Reading →

The poll results are in (all 33 votes, woot!) and the bunnies have been chosen. 81% of respondents went for the white bunny for Sprog 2. The white bunny is quite something in the flesh. It made me giggle when I opened the FedEx package. When I showed Husband, he couldn't help giggling too. Which men don't normally... Continue Reading →

The mums in my neck of the woods have a problem. It's a private matter, but they can't help talking about it. All the time. They're a nervous mess. The consequences could be devastating ... which private school will their kids go to? Having not attended a private school myself - I had to be dragged kicking and screaming... Continue Reading →

Here's a link to a video of me (and various other bloggers) blathering drunkenly to Mrs Woog when she interviewed me at the Kidspot 50 Top Bloggers party ... (I appear around the 3- minute mark)