So, I went on a date last night. First time in a while! I had a feeling it was going to be an awkward one when I rocked up at the bar he’d picked, only to find that there were no craft beers on tap. Now, I get that this sounds really snobby on my part. But you have to understand that he’d billed himself on the dating app as a lover of craft beer. Disappointing!
The next weird thing was his making a pointed remark about my hairy legs, which evidently weren’t his cup of tea. I’d probably be able to disregard this if it wasn’t for the fact that the guy himself was sporting a remarkably furry neck. If either one of us ought to be engaging in hair removal, it’s clearly him.
I wasn’t about to suggest that he look into laser hair removal; in Melbourne, though, this is not that uncommon for men, and I think I would have been within my rights to suggest it after what he said about me. Personally, I’ve tried it all, from waxing treatments to electrolysis, and it can be fun from time to time. I don’t have anything against it. I just think that if a guy is going to expect me to get into all that, he should be up for it himself.
Well, maybe he noticed my expression, because he hurriedly went on to mention that he’d looked into getting some kind of high-tech anti aging treatment. Melbourne being the fashion-forward place that it is, there are various treatments that he could have been referring to, and I won’t deny that I’ve considered some of them myself. The guy confided this, though, like it was something really remarkable on account of his being a man.
Maybe I’ll call him and ask him out for an oxygen facial or something – see how he fares when it comes to actually going through with cosmetic treatment of this nature. Then he can buy me a pint of craft IPA.
Every time I take my kids to one of their birthday parties, I have the same thought.
I am dreaming of a seaside holiday right about now. Now that we’ve closed the deal on the sale of the brewery, I think I’ve more than earned the right to chill out by the ocean for a few days! The problem is that there are always new tasks demanding my attention, and I just can’t seem to put aside more than a couple of days in a row for relaxing. I know it’s probably not that healthy, but what can you do?
There is often the question that comes up around the time of any major event, particularly one as lavish and potentially time-and-money-consuming as a wedding. These question tend to revolve around re-allocating those funds, and how best to navigate the rest of your life while you are still trying to prepare for and go to you wedding. This can be tricky to answer, and at the end of the day, it has to come down to you and your partner’s personal preferences and choices.
Cricket: I’ve never understood it. Which is to say, I’ve never understood the massive appeal it seems to have for so many people in this country. It’s just so slow. From what I’m told, though, that’s part of the attraction when it comes to the Boxing Day Test – this feature of the sport enables the viewer to spread their attention across making sure the snags don’t burn, popping down to the shops to grab more limes for the drinks, and doing absolutely nothing, alongside keeping one eye on the match.
Ever since we purchased our new home, I’d always dreamed of ripping the kitchen out and starting fresh. We’d moved from the country and I wanted to make sure my kitchen was a far cry from the very rudimentary home we’d come from. I really wanted a slick city look. When it came to finding the perfect kitchen designs around Melbourne, there was a huge range of places I could go to for inspiration to imagine my dream kitchen.
My knee has been driving me up the wall this week. I just tried to book an appointment with my physio for Friday, and was told that she wouldn’t be around that day. She’s off to do some
It’s been six months of us all sleeping in the same room together and while I’m almost ready to move into the roof, I’m amazed to say we survived.
I don’t care who knows any more: I LOVE Jack of All Trades. I love it! Luisa caught me in the supermarket yesterday reading TV Magazine (the only magazine that’s all about television, since 1876), and everything came out, even though I’ve been saying in book club for weeks that i think it’s silly trash. Well, it’s not. I’m invested in the characters now, I want to see them do well, and that makes me an empathetic person, so there. Of course, I also love it when they start bickering and stabbing each other in the back over failures, so…well…I’m only human.
Mum told Gray he could have his birthday anywhere he wanted this year, as long as he organised it himself. Gray is a fairly safe bet. He’s quiet and not very outgoing. He’d much rather be with his mates out on a field before popping party poppers.