Yoghurt: The Perfect Topping for Milo

Here Mip, have some freedom to make your own breakfast - but I'm telling you, that's not going to taste nice.

There are some things you just have to let them learn on their own.

This is great weather. Someone said, airconditioners are like Spider Motel signs. I woke up yesterday and realized I'd shared my pillow with a spider. We discussed whose pillow it was. One would assume that was that.

This morning, I reached out to open my front door and there 'she' was - at - eye - level. Three times the size of my pillow buddy. We both jumped (and if you can make a huntsman jump when it looks at you - well you know you were built for speed not beauty).

So Charlotte stares down at me and says - Where is he?

HN (biting bottom lip) - I don't know what you're talking about.

Ch - My husband! (six of her legs are in pounce mode) Where is my husband?

HN - (still mumbling) Have you tried the water spout lately?

Ch - Don't play cute with me. I know you slept with him last night.

HN - Hey, we should discuss this. Really. He had it coming. Let me take you to a nice tree outside.

My Last Post is Hiding

I wrote a post - nothing special really - just my normal waffle. Blogger says it's published but it just hasn't arrived on screen, so here's a test and at the same time you might meet Gill.

Bonus Pergolas

What’s in a name? My children have two fathers. Some folk say, single mothers are just out there to get pregnant and have babies with hundreds of unsuspecting, innocent men… you know the rot that goes around. Anyway, I tell people that both my ex husbands have the same name so none of that counts for me.

Let’s just through example call them both 'John'. When Mip’s dad and I got together everyone thought it was their place to put in their two cents worth just in case I might have overlooked the ‘name thing’. Even my mother thought let’s have a great laugh at my daughter’s expense. ‘At least you won’t forget yourself’ she chuckled. Ha ha… ha

But I got over it. And I’ve mentioned before last year I went out with another guy called ‘John’. When he handed me his details on a piece of paper, I looked at his name and nearly feel off the bus he was driving.

Well now that’s all fine but I think the universe is having its own little joke on me now – I met this guy last week at a picnic. Really nice guy but… yep, there are just not enough Johns in the world, are there?

And I’m not even looking. I’m quite happy with my life/no life thanks all the same (there’s a pun in there somewhere I guess). It’s all very disturbing.

I guess names are your first impressions sometimes.

I went searching for a house to rent once and found an add which read, ‘bonus pergola’. I wish I had my camera that day. Two posts and a bit of ripped netting hanging between it and a garden shed. I love potential but that wasn’t potential - it was comedy. For me, it has been a benchmark for the quality of real estate advertisements ever since.

I love the way real estate adds show a picture of something in the area if your house doesn’t cut it in the ‘enticement’ department. It’s a statement louder than, ‘renovator’s dream’.

Once, I went to a real estate agent and told her I love a house that’s a bit quirky. The agent seemed a bit moody while I applied to rent this particular house. When I left she handed me her business card – her name assured me I didn’t get the house.

My four-year-old nephew thinks I live in a holiday house because I live next to the beach and I have a small kitchen.

Christmas decorations have been packed away now. It’s nice to have them up but great to have some space again in my ‘holiday house style’ lounge room.