First Day of School and a Review of Hand of Fatima

Hear that? Close your eyes. Listen. It’s the house in silence. [Warning: this contains swear words] No screaming or shouting or Paw Bloody Patrol or the precociousness of Sophie the Fucking First. Nothing. Just the fans whirring, maybe a car zooming past outside or a lorikeet chirping. Which is an awful long way from this  … Continue reading First Day of School and a Review of Hand of Fatima

The Best Bolognese Sauce for Organised and Lazy Mums.

As a mum who can be in turn lazy and highly organised, I’ve come across a few ingenious ways to stay sane at dinner time when I’ve only got a few minutes to prepare before the lounge room explodes in a crying screaming toddler fight club. That delightful part of the Witching Hour when you … Continue reading The Best Bolognese Sauce for Organised and Lazy Mums.

Party like you’re ninety-nine

Warning: Swear words inhabit this post. As a university student living in a share house in Brisbane, parties were a regular facet of life. Parties at our house, other peoples’ houses, colleges, parks, pubs, on boats, at bus stops… Furniture would be rearranged, chips and beer bought, ice and eskies sourced and of course a … Continue reading Party like you’re ninety-nine

That time I admitted I was wrong- a Thermomix moment.

I don’t like to admit I’m wrong very often. Actually that’s not right, I’ll admit I’m wrong at the drop of a black (I’m sure it was white) hat. What I don’t like to do is take a really firm stance on something everyone has an opinion on and then admit I might have got … Continue reading That time I admitted I was wrong- a Thermomix moment.

Talking About the Nothings With My SheWolves.

Warning: This post contains swears. The first great weekend of being with my Shewolf pack and our collection of what felt like a thousand children occurred over the weekend on a little farm in the Far North Coast of NSW just in sight of Mt Warning. Six women and their kids rattled around the farmhouse … Continue reading Talking About the Nothings With My SheWolves.

Why Jamie Oliver Needs to Go Back to Maths Class.

Warning: This post contains swears. I used to love making dinner. I’d talk about it with my work colleagues and we’d discuss which spice to use and whether I needed red or brown onion. And then I’d pop into the shops on the way home and buy those onions and ten other things I didn’t … Continue reading Why Jamie Oliver Needs to Go Back to Maths Class.

South Africa: What is a braai?

South Africans are a very passionate people: they can be seen gesticulating wildly on many  a street corner, debating the merits of Eddie Jones’ coaching abilities, whether Zuma is really an alien life form and where the best dried meat can be found. But more than anything, they are passionate about their barbeques, or to … Continue reading South Africa: What is a braai?