…The parents’, of course. And naturally, no one listens to us. I am still sick, and now – after he says I wiped boogers on him – my husband is also ill. So we’re a real joy to be around. Do the kids care? Nope. Keira just coughed in my face. Yesterday was a trial; of…
Not to be depressing, but I’ve just learned about Deathclock.com , a site which supposedly predicts the moment of your death, depending on a few personal details which you punch in; including your BMI. (That link takes you to a site where you can determine yours.) What’s my moment of death? Sunday, March 21, 2083 At…
Baking is about the only kind of cooking I truly enjoy undertaking. I think because it is automatically categorized as extra-curricular and not part of the begrudging, everyday labour I normally do. Plus, naturally, I like to eat the end product. However I bake in a state of denial; part of me truly believes that what…
[Image Source] This show is called “Planet Cook” and is currently on ABC on weekday mornings. I cannot watch the main actor (Kevin Woodford, a famous English chef, apparently?) but think of Gary Oldman. He is Gary, almost. The resemblance is uncanny. It freaks me out, in all honesty.
The presents are opened, the recycling bins are choked with paper, and the leftovers are being served up meal after meal, so much so everyone is starting to complain and you say: “Enough! You want something else, go and damn cook it yourself.” The cricket is on the television*; there is nothing else on television…
It’s 36.4 degrees as I write this and its expected to hit 42 degrees sometime this afternoon. So we are stuck inside, as the concrete is even burning my feet; and after a childhood of non-shoe wearing, that takes some heat. Plus, last night I came down with a cold. This screenshot was me, 15…
As of Christmas Day, the fundraiser dollar target I was running here at Oxfam was attained. Thank you to everyone to helped build a water well for those in need in Cambodia. What Next? Frankly, at first I was unsure whether I would run another of these. I thought what helped first go was that it…
Paper Hat – Can’t have Christmas without paper hats! The trees are crying, somewhere… Someone’s husband reads this blog! You can’t see here, but the DVD blotted out by the shine is Hamlet! Booky Glory! The Mother Present to end all presents! Isn’t she so pink and pretty?
Keira: Mum, you’re wearing stockings today! Me: No, I’m wearing cut-off pants. Keira (rubbing her hands over my lower calves): What’s this? Me: They’re called leg hairs, darling. (That haven’t been shaved for about six weeks.) Did I mention it’s summer here? And I’m walking around like a Ent from the Lord of the Rings.
