The Weekly Review

This week I did something that was not OK.

There are lots of things I like to do on a Saturday. Factory-outlet shopping is not one of them.

Every now and then I feel my horoscope addiction is getting out of control.

When I first moved to Melbourne, a good friend insisted we indulge in a time-honoured tradition among our friends called “Glunch” – a portmanteau word made from “gluttonous” and “lunch”.

My youngest moved into a booster seat over the weekend, so I’m thinking that, finally, after 10 years of lifting 15 kilos of kid awkwardly into the back seat of the car and into a babyseat, I can have my back back.