In search of storage

The Builder and I have a new obsession. Storage. We are moving from a house with two built-ins, ample kitchen cupboards, a linen press, a massive pantry, and a laundry …

Don’t put off until tomorrow…

I have been lying on my sofa, thinking about blogging, for the past three hours. “Must write a post,” my mind said, over and over. “Ah, but I’m so comfortable,” …

Me + Billy Idol = same/same

Of all the headlines on this blog, today’s may be the weirdest. The reason for it is even stranger. I was sitting here contemplating how to begin a post about …

Give me an O for osteopath

So, I found myself on my back today, with one knee pressed up somewhere near my left ear, my right hand gripping my left forearm and a large man with …

Losing the will to blog…

It’s been surprisingly easy not to blog for the past week. When I first started writing here, I would fret if I didn’t get a post up every single day. …

Will there be decent coffee?

Fam Fibro is preparing for its first tentative steps into the wild. Our first camping trip. In a place where there are no amenities, no mobile phone reception, and, assumingly, …

Do you have a household budget?

Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that I have written personal finances stories in various guises for the past five years (and more), I have a real problem with …

Don’t you love a new discovery?

It might surprise you all, given my half-heartedness at times and my regular ‘aaaugh, what am I going to cook for dinner?’ tweets, but I am generally a ‘from scratch’ …

Pre- or Post? How do you worry?

There’s been a lot of talk on the interwebs of late about anxiety. I’m looking forward to reading Kerri Sackville‘s forthcoming book (out May) about the subject because if it’s …

Learning new things at school

At the end of last year, when he was still Mr4, Mr5 founded the Cuddle Club. Fam Fibro were all founding members, after which he would pounce on people who …

A real pain in the neck

My weeks of frantic typing have caught up with me. I have an industrial injury. And, no, it’s not a paper cut. When you sit at a computer, day after …

The sun, she always rises

It’s 4am. I’m awake. I’m cold, I’m restless. My mind is working like a navvy, churning, burning kilojoules as it labours through the what-ifs, the maybes, the wherefores, the no-ways. …