Whinge, whinge, whinge … we’ll all be rooned!
I sing in the car. Nothing special about that you might think. Lots of people sing in the car. But I drive a convertible, and I don’t sound like Amy Winehouse. As a matter of …
I sing in the car. Nothing special about that you might think. Lots of people sing in the car. But I drive a convertible, and I don’t sound like Amy Winehouse. As a matter of …
I wonder how Matt Giteau and James O’Connor feel right now. It’s no secret I’m not (and never have been) Quade Cooper’s biggest fan. As a matter of fact I’m right at the top of …
It’s school holidays in NSW, so once again I’m trying to work with a five year old hanging around. He’s a lovely kid, but now that my own children have grown up I thought I’d …
I’m sitting here in Sydney while my daughter is hospital in London, waiting on surgery. And I don’t even know what for! This is torture for a mother. My baby (all right, she’s 22 and …
I’m living with the heater nazi. Doc, as I’m my partner will henceforth be known in this blog, doesn’t feel the cold, so doesn’t think anybody else should either. Everytime I put the heater on …
It’s 3am and I’m sitting up in bed with my computer. I can’t sleep. I’m back in my old house, the kids are out and everything’s quiet. It’s just me and Gypsy, the cat, who’s …