This move is different from the many, many that have gone before. There is no serious pest infestation at my current address or noisy-aggressive-neighbours-who-are-friends-with-Mike-Tyson or a landlord selling the roof from above my head. No one is putting super glue in my lock.
I have always had to stifle a yawn when someone begins a sentence with: “The exchange rate means you’ll only get, what? How many to the pound?” I’m gone.
“Loneliness is not a broken heart. It’s a penguin in a tutu.” I don’t know why Shane Finn was in prison, but it doesn’t matter does it? I just loved what he wrote.
You know that moment when the world shifts on its axis and you realise that something is not what you thought. And you wonder: what else have I missed?
Life is full of surprises. Nearly five years ago I was invited to a US-themed fancy dress party and decided, inexplicably, to go dressed as an Oreo cookie.
I want to look like me ten years ago but perhaps with more tummy coverage and less cleavage on show. But I also have to be comfortable and be able to do the splits, unintentionally, at a moment’s notice in whatever I am wearing.
Traveling south of Perth for a week with a then eight month old BUB.1 epitomised what is good and bad about traveling with babies. We got to see some beautiful sights, but not for long. We very often saw the sights alone as the other one waited in the car with the sleeping baby. We …