Category: Friendship
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Whatever Floats Off Your Boat
Like many people I suspect, whenever I’m under pressure to perform or create an impression, I fuck up badly. Last weekend we were invited onto the boat of some of the old man’s work friends. For normal people, the idea of jet-setting around on a yacht in the clear, emerald-green waters of the Hawkesbury on…
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Those ‘What’s It All About?’ Moments
I’ve been having a lot of those ‘what’s it all about?’ moments recently. I changed my medication recently so it could be that, or simply a residual post-sickness tiredness that has sapped me of the energy to exercise, socialise and get out of my yoga pants. Then again it’s probably the hormones, the tail end…
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The Cathartic Effect Of The Girls Night
A girls night was exactly what I needed last weekend, even when a sore throat threatened to spoil my “old man-free” weekend and several new series on Netflix teased me tantalisingly right up until that first sip of Sparkly. When you get out of practice and fall down the dark hole of giving zero fucks…
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Middle Age Is When You Finally Realize That You Shouldn’t Have To Chase True Friendship
I posted this quote on my Facebook page a few days ago. I realise that the words sound arrogant at first glance, as though I adhere to the belief that I can pick and choose the friends I want in my life – something that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nevertheless I like them,…
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My Top 35 Rules For A Happy Life
This list felt particularly poignant last week, the night before we boarded our first flight without our children, when I was as anxious AF about leaving my ‘babies’ behind. However, (and before I’m reported to Child Services), let me reassure you that our ‘babies’ are eighteen and twenty-one respectively, but if perchance I do bump…
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It Takes A Village To Raise A Child…I Hope
Some people believe it takes a village to raise a child; in our case it will probably take a whole fucking city.The lengths you go to, to prevent your dysfunctional, magnet-attracting-trouble teenager, from creating havoc while you’re away. When Louisa Clare shared a post from Revolution From Home entitled In The Absence Of The Village,…
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Dysfunctional Versus Flat-line Relationships
I’ve just completed the whirlwind first season of ‘Love’ on Netflix, written by Judd Apatow who produces ‘Girls’ with Lena Durham. I am drawn to the modern genre of television shows that depict the full range of dysfunctional relationships experienced by ‘normal’, flawed characters that we can all identify with. Unlike reality television contestants, whose…
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Shopping, Friendship and Embracing Your New Middle Aged Body
I am usually a lone shopper. I take my shopping habit very seriously and can quite easily waste an entire Saturday trying out new styles that I would never actually buy in a million years. I enjoy the beauty and creativity behind beautiful clothes, fabrics and home accessories – I like looking at them, touching…
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Alcohol: Time To Farewell A Dear, Old Friend?
I’m feeling old today; certainly older than I should feel at fifty, although my kids may argue with that. I look at the recent family photos we took at Easter and although I understand that we women of a certain age never like how we appear under the scrutiny of the lens, the cost of…
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Friendship, And How Twenty Minutes Can Be A Lifeline
This was going to be a post about how I’ve finally found my doctor, which is a big deal in my life because I’m a bit of a messed up, menopausal, hypochondriacally-challenged shell of the former woman I was most some of the time. So finding a great doctor almost feels like I’ve won the…
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The True Test Of Parenting Is Unconditional Love
We had an impromptu visit last night from one of Kurt’s friends. This boy’s last impromptu visit was on Christmas Day, and this impromptu visit was to apologise for it. This friend of Kurt’s is a bird with broken wings who makes my heart bleed at an haemophiliac rate. He bought with him a bottle…
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Older, But Still No Wiser When It Comes To Drinking
What I’d seriously like to know is when exactly the middle-aged wisdom/acceptance thingy that my body can no longer drink alcohol is going to finally kick in. I’d also like to know if I can justifiably lay the full weight of blame for our behaviour firmly on the shoulders of our hosts yesterday, for contributing…
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