#1045 Christmas at a different place

As far as I can remember, I’ve celebrated every single Christmas in the same place.

My parents’ house.

There was that Christmas my Dad caught a stray canary, which ended up being Hubbie, then ‘boyfriend’s pet bird aptly named ‘Chrissy.’

The Christmas it hailed golf balls and our cars and the backyard pergola got a beating.

Or the Christmas we went mad throwing water balloons at each other all over the yard, and got told off by my Dad… (oh that was in recent years 😬 )

All those warm Christmases, dancing in the garage, walking to the park, eating, drinking, memory making…

The Christmas I snuck off to see Hubbie-then-boyfriend for a bit. 🤫

The Christmas we drank too much vodka in the first hour. 🥃

The Christmas I drank nothing – with a precious new 4 month old. 😍🤱

The Christmas some of my friends came, and some of my family could not handle the extra crazy. 😜🤪🤩

34 Christmases.

Today was Christmas number 35.

But… it was spent at my sister’s house.

I thought I would feel more nostalgia going into the day. All of these years of tradition, of memories, retreating to the same backyard post-lunch… and it was all changing.

But very quickly, something became apparent to me.

It wasn’t the location. It was all about the people.

Sure the house was different. The decorations would be different. The food and drink would be a bit different, and sure, the location was completely different.

But different didn’t mean bad. It was different, but it was still beautiful. And of course, there was a lot of love.

All of this was present, the beauty, the love… because the people were the same.

As long as I am with my loved ones, I am happy.

Merry Christmas to all. I hope yours was spent with loved ones, no matter where you were. ❤️🎄🙏🎅







#997 A day of 7s, and 11s

Let’s start off by noting, the number ‘7’ in the above post number.


It has been an odd day of symmetry and repetition, in numbers.


On this 7th day of the 11th month, baby girl had her first transition day at her new primary school.

It was sooo good. Sooo good, in that she was happy, peaceful, and holding her kinder friend’s hand as they walked off into the classroom to go about the next 90 minutes without Mums or Dads present.


Seriously though. It was gratifying to have her calm and chilled about the process, amidst other crying children and reassuring parents.

It appeared I was the one needing reassurance though.

And how did we spend the short time away from her?


With Cherry Pie and Coffee. Mmm hmmm.

My 2nd gratitude. Comes in the form of my Mum’s birthday, in particular a BIG one, in particular one that involves the number ‘7’….

Get it?!?!

Finally! My third item is an anniversary I am also celebrating today, that of having started working at my place of employment, exactly 11 years ago to the date and day (it was a Wednesday then too).

I started working here then, and I am at work now. In 2007, 11 years ago, I started working at –


But with all of life’s wonderful things, there is a balance right? So the toilets and sinks here are not functioning tonight, due to some pre-organised pipe upgrade, and they have provided us with porta-loos in the meantime…

And all of this started, from 7pm.


(count them↑)



#980 Whenever-we-like, Main street

We had a stopover at the Mornington Main Street festival today.

By now we know what to expect… food trucks, live music at various points throughout the street, and herds of people. It is crammed. Hubbie isn’t one for crowds, so we didn’t stay long, but we did make the all-important crucial afternoon caffeine stop.


We went, because for us the Main Street festival highlights an important milestone – that of our Sea change anniversary. When we first moved here the festival happened literally 2 days later, and I immediately proclaimed that it was our very own personal “welcome to town” party.


But as I said, Hubbie isn’t one for being packed in like a sardine. We went to pay our respects to our welcome party… knowing full well we can have our own visits there when there isn’t 75% worth of out-of-towers filling its streets.

We can have Main Street, whenever we damn well please.

And that’s a great 2nd year anniversary gift. Thanks Mornington 🙂

#963 Royal Love

Why do I love this place soooo much?

Is it the spectacular views from across the road?



Is it the amazing food that we get from within its premises?


Well it is surely both. I love The Royal Hotel, and it has become a firm favourite in our family.

But I loved something else a little more today.

I loved our impromptu decision to go there in the final hours of the day.

Because there is nothing better in a bought dinner, than one that you didn’t expect until the very last second.



Oh, and dessert too 😉

#938 Ticking it off the list.


Eat Sleep Daniel’s Repeat. That’s the tag line of this exceptionally popular doughnut shop in Springvale, Victoria. It stays true to its motto, as it is actually open 24/7.

I mean, that’s A LOT of doughnuts.

We were in the area today, and having heard about them through friends and social media, as well as being very curious ourselves being doughnut lovers and all, we thought we would check them out.

The line was out the door. Which isn’t that incredible to believe, seeing as the shop is wide more than it is deep, so if you take a few steps in you’re already at the counter. The only way to line up IS out the door. But still, an impressive sight as I walked up.

$15 for 6! Well, why the hell not?! I was only going to get 3 doughnuts, but then seeing the line, and realising we probably wouldn’t go back there for a while, I thought I may as well make it worth my time.

From top right clockwise: Nutella custard, custard, snickers, Bueno chocolate, M&Ms, and Jam and Cream – their best seller.

Baby girl and I walked back to the car confidently and happily, content that we had secured our 6 pack amongst so many others that day.

But… then we had them.

And I don’t wanna burst any bubbles. They were good. But…


They were about the same as our Mornington Rebel Donuts. No actually, I think I prefer Rebel’s. There was no defining characteristic that made me wanna line up the door for these.

And they were nowhere near as good as the actual real Nutella doughnuts (or any doughnuts there for that matter) of Chocolat’s off the Main street in Mornington.

If you want a REAL bakery style doughnut, this will BLOW YOUR MIND.

The best there is.

So, I am glad I tried Daniel’s today. I am grateful because it means I can tick that foodie to-do off of my ever-growing to eat and drink list…

And by ticking it off, I can focus on the places I actually want to go back to, time and time again. Like Chocolat. 🙂


#937 Saturday night Pancakes

Hubbie thought I was a bit mad.

It was past 9pm, and here I was all comfy in my pjs, getting ready to head into the kitchen and make pancakes for dessert.

It was a promise after all. We had stumbled upon the topic of pancakes the night before, when baby girl had asked if I could make them tonight… I had said “after dinner,” and so it came to be, that my clever 5 year-old did NOT forget what I had said.

Not when it comes to PANCAKES.

Hubbie had thought we were soooo insane. “You’re making pancakes now? After all we’ve eaten? At this time?”





We indulged in jam and Nutella toppings, sprinkled generously with berries and bananas, and the late dessert started off an upside-down ‘whatever’ kind of night.

The footy was on in the background, broken up by my random calls for the players to “catch that ball!”

Sia’s Christmas album argued for top spot in the audio department too, as baby girl had decided to put her on the stereo super early for the year, or super late for last year, whichever way you wanna look at it. (Then again baby girl makes sure the album makes an appearance at least once a month).

Hubbie had randomly decided to sort his CD collection, high on his recent cold/flu tablets suddenly kicking in and giving him some much needed energy.

ALL the lights were on.

And it was just super awesome. And it all started with pancakes. Genius.

#890 The best Sisters day

I say the above confidently, and strongly, because although today was the absolute BEST, I know in my heart our share of BEST days will only get better and better as the times and the years roll on.

I am talking about times shared with my Sister.

Every time we do them, we always say they are long overdue. And they are – what with life and responsibilities, tasks and chores, Hubbies and kids, we always feel like finding time for ourselves, comes last.

But with the kids getting older, we are trying to become wiser.

By putting ourselves first. (Not always, or else the earth may tilt on its axis. No, we can only be selfish every once in a while 😉 ).

Because when we fill up our own energy and enthusiasm, zest for life and happiness restores, then we become better wives, mothers, friends, colleagues, and confidantes.

And who better to fill up your reserves with, than your Sister?

It started off with coffee, as all great days do…


And then we headed over to Mornington Pier on what was a tremendously windy and cold July day, to ‘freshen up’ our senses and REALLY FEEL ALIVE, before indulging in a comforting and decadent lunch.



Those views. Just because you need some more…


But it wasn’t the food or drink or dessert that made today amazing. Nor was it the savagely beautiful waves crashing against the pier, in amidst the stormy and temperamental ocean backdrop. No, it was simply, the company. Having someone to talk to, share your deepest secrets and desires and thoughts with, retelling happy occasions and past laughs, getting all deep and meaningful and just talking about all aspects of life… well that was the best part of the day. That was the soul nourishing bit. This is the type of stuff you live for. These are the connections you are meant to make.

These are the most important people in your life.

Which is why every day I spend with my sister, is the BEST day ever. ALWAYS ♥♥♥