the end was just the beginning
Strike a chord and say cheese ... PLUS! Sunday bake-off: Wholemeal banana bread Sprog 2 rejects my homemade efforts for her lunchbox, preferring everything in bright, commercial wrappers, but Sprog 1 loves DIY treats. This recipe is handy for using up all the manky bananas in the fruit bowl at the end of the week. So... Continue Reading →
You know you're in trouble when you're slooshing down your Panamax with a glass of champagne at 4pm ... I am sooooooo not good at drinking alcohol during daylight hours. Oh, it's a blast at the time, but come evening I'm a bleary mess. So, I arrived home from a luncheon yesterday a little over-sauced.... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 has an insect phobia. We thought we got it under control last year (with some expensive professional assistance), but it's baaaaaack. She refuses to go out in the backyard because THERE ARE BUGS! This sucks because it's also where her favourite Christmas gift - mini wheelbarrow, rake, shovel etc - is, along with her chooks (we used to collect the eggs... Continue Reading →
So I'm driving down King Street, Newtown, and I see a shop called MAG NATION - More Magazines Than You've Ever Seen. And I'm thinking, seriously? Someone's opened a shop selling magazines when print media is fighting for its life? Are they MAD? But it made me smile, it gave me hope. King Street is brilliant like that. A vivid shopping strip in a bland... Continue Reading →
I'm not a cafe person. Eating out should be exotic, not mundane. If I want a ham and cheese toasted sandwich, I'll make it myself. Why spend $9 on one? I don't drink coffee either, so that's two strikes. My antipathy may also be driven by working in a cafe - at Garden City - when I was 16. I can't quite remember its name (help me... Continue Reading →
I'm wondering if it's time to look for a job. When I told a school mum, she looked aghast - a bit like Munch's The Scream - and wanted to know why. I said I was worried about becoming obsolete, that I'd wake up one day and realise my only career prospect was as a check-out chick. I know, I know, I'm being ridiculous ... No-one would... Continue Reading →
When I had the nice - sorry, I mean terrible - illness that made me thin, I wasn't allowed to eat potatoes. Potatoes are fabulous. I love potatoes. I love them baked, I love them mashed, I love them fried, I love them in curries, I love them in stews. I was a bit heartbroken... Continue Reading →
Prior to becoming a stay-at-home mum, I never thought much about the first day back at school (other than "Thank god, my childcare bills will no longer hover around the $700-a-week mark."). Husband usually took the Sprogs while I drove to work. When I came home, the Sprogs would tell me all their news: who their teacher was, who... Continue Reading →
The Sprogs go back to school today. I was really excited about it a week ago, but this morning I'm feeling sad. It's like childbirth - I've already forgotten the pain and I want another one, as soon as possible. We had fun, the Sprogs and I. Sprog 1, bless her, told my friend the best part of the holidays... Continue Reading →
Much less disturbing than Bloody Sunday ...
