We are going camping on Queen’s birthday weekend. Anyone who reads this blog regularly will know how I feel about camping. Somehow though, like many things, I have been persuaded that it is good thing. I think I need to stop having meaningful discussions over a bottle of wine.… Read on…
Gay Days
As Diesel gaily goes about his doggy days, I get the feeling he is trying to tell me something.… Read on…
Score
Every year for Mother’s day, Molly and Lulu have taken money to school to spend at the Mother’s day stall. Every year I open the gift exclaiming how wonderful it is. Every year I surreptitiously, after a respectful amount of time, stow the gift in a drawer.… Read on…
The Old Switch-A-Roo
A couple of weekends ago Molly graded for her junior black belt in Aikido. It was one of those chest-swelling moments in the life of a parent.… Read on…
Cheat’s Laksa
I saw this recipe recently and have started making it for Pete and I on a Sunday night. It’s one of the highlights of my week. Sad I know but try it before you judge. I am warning you it is seriously addictive. Both of my children would find this a little too spicy but this is our time to spice it up a bit. It would be easy to tone down the heat but then it just wouldn’t be the Laksa I enjoy so much.… Read on…
A Guide To Having A Really Bad Day
Start by having a really bad sleep. You do that firstly, by not remembering that this time of year is bad for your sinus. If you don’t take your antihistamine you will wake sporadically during the night because the sounds you are emitting from your nasal cavities can only be likened to a wounded warthog… Read on…
Ugly But Good
One spectacular Saturday morning while I was in Akaroa recently I had an Italian biscuit with coffee at the local deli . The biscuit was so delicious with the strong black coffee. Sitting enjoying the coffee and biscuit with one of my closest friends was my idea of a perfect moment. I vowed to find a recipe… Read on…
Sunday Picnics And Incriminating Selfies
On Sundays we like to get out for picnics. It’s a great way to have family time: good food, a little wine, conversation and no choice but to be focused on each other and not your iPhone or iPad.… Read on…
Confessions Of A Taxi Driver
I love the end of the week because, well, it’s the end of the week. I also hate the end of the week because from Thursday morning through to Saturday afternoon I hardly leave my car. I already have the pot-belly so all I would need is a wooden bead car seat, a bad attitude… Read on…