I pulled the ALDI flashing Christmas tree out of its box last night and plugged it in. I'm going all out on my festive decorating this year. No I’m not. The ALDI flashing Christmas tree is it. There wasn’t time to do much else over the weekend - I was too busy writing an article... Continue Reading →
Skipping Christmas
The youngest's skipping club held its Christmas gathering last night. Oh, and I am also skipping Christmas, literally. So the heading on this blog post serves a dual purpose. But more about that in a moment. In the past, the club would hold a dinner at the local golf club, but there has been nothing... Continue Reading →
Reaching new heights
I've always had an inflated sense of my own height. I'm lucky to be 5ft 5in, my ex is 5ft 11in, but I would often insist that I was almost at his level. That was patently not true, but I've never felt short. So I was shocked when a bloke told me during my early... Continue Reading →
More exciting news!
These legends just got a Bronze medal at the IJRU 2021 International Open Skipping Tournament. I am very proud! Due to COVID, the competition was delayed and virtual. Rather than flying to Canada to compete, the girls had to film their routine and send it to the international judges to be evaluated. Lockdowns made that... Continue Reading →
I won’t do this justice
I was about to tell a bloke last night - who I thought was the head of Coopers Brewing - how much I admired his beer brand when I felt a twinge of uncertainty. I whispered in the ear of the woman standing beside me: "Is that Tim Cooper or Anthony Albanese?" It was Anthony... Continue Reading →
The naughty bits
I was walking with friends on Saturday morning when we stumbled across a blow-up Santa of epic proportions, which was waving at us from someone’s driveway. Being sensible, middle-aged women, our initial concern was how much power would be required to keep him inflated 24/7. My friend Fee has extensive knowledge of such things, as... Continue Reading →
Fish out of water
I sipped a cocktail last night while a latex mermaid writhed at my feet. As you do. I’d invited my lovely friend Sam to the opening night of an art exhibition - I had two free tickets from Bombay Sapphire, which was hosting a pop-up bar at the event. As we sipped our complimentary cocktails,... Continue Reading →
Drinking cocktails at 8am
It's quite the slice of life when you find yourself drinking espresso martinis at a cocktail party at 8am … and still sipping them at 6pm that night … Ah, the joys of being a booze journo! Before you start worrying about the state of my liver, the morning cocktails were non alcoholic. I headed... Continue Reading →
I may have exciting news
I don't want to speak too soon, but I may be starting a new job on Monday. Just for six months, a contracting gig. But it’s with an exciting organisation that reckons it’s couriering me a laptop in the next few days. Sounds promising, right? I am a bit freaked out about starting a full-time... Continue Reading →
Orange alert
Remember how my car shuddering like it was Apollo 11 re-entering the Earth's atmosphere whenever I used the brakes? Well, it turns out there were several problems with the brakes, including a leaking thingamajig that could have resulted in them failing. Of course. So it cost me $1600 yesterday to get the effing orange money... Continue Reading →