To Do or Not To Do

No time for writing as I am down two unwell children and a To Do list as long as your arm. It is though one job opens a Pandora’s box of tasks and I wonder, will it end?

I am reminded of the recent and insulting ‘Sex and The City’ movie, or should I say Sex and the Souk? Perhaps, Souk and No City, is a more fitting title.

I think the most putrid moment was when Miranda and Charlotte toasted to women who don’t have any help, while lamenting their difficult lives in a free palace and wearing couture. I won’t even bore you with how bad this moment was, I felt a collective groan around me, or was that just me being loud? Still not sure.

It is hard with no help, but that’s life so suck it up. Write your list and get on with it. If I get it all done today then I can get back to more chapters tomorrow as the pregnant best friend is wanting to finish the book before she pops. I would like to know how it finishes also.

I am disciplined writer. I think this comes from having worked for myself for the last twelve years. I know I have my work cut out for me and I can’t wait to start.

So I get through the list, I love the crossing off and the ticks and I look forward to tomorrow when I have the day to dream and write again.

Happy Monday.



On good days I wake up and there is gold on my twitter feed. Not just people bitching about their boring lives and who they hate and where they went. No there is gold, pure gold waiting for me and this morning I was greeted by Kanye Wests advice for the homemaker- keep fresh flowers in the crib.

Simple advice yes. Advice I agree with. And then this – I specifically ordered persian rugs with cherub imagery!!! What do I have to do to get a simple persian rug with cherub imagery uuuuugh
Fair enough Mr. West but Persian rugs with cherubs? Trés lifestyles of the rich and famous much.

Twitter is interesting when it is funny and gives you a glimpse into the world of others whose lives are not even close to yours. This is why I find most people I knows twitter feeds boring, including my own. Recent entries on my feed include bitching about accountants, Melbourne’s public transport systems and constipation. I shit you not(pun intended peeps)

My own feed recently crapped on about Masterchef. Who cares Kate? Nobody, that’s who.
This is why Kanye brings me the gold. There is no suburb-an in his world, only superb-an!


Visit Kayne West’s twitter feed here and read about his opinion on small lear jets, his hatred for half empty water bottle and his gold goblet solution and that he wears Lanvin to jog in.


Before I speak, I have something important to say.

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