So I went to Bikram twice last week. And the second time I lay there pondering why I felt I needed to be there, in that sweatbox.  I l...

I'll just come right out and say it. Faberge egg. I have no idea who this bird is, but I really, whole-heartedly, hate that dress....

I am not proud to tell you that twice in two weeks I have inadvertently rubbed Tiny's urine on my face. Tiny has a wee fascination...

Tonight I walked into the bathroom to spy Tiny taking a drink from a cup. Given I know she struggles with the tap, I asked her where the wat...

Well hello there. For the past week I've been in some sort of denial, and it's time for me to 'fess up. I have a cold. Gasp. I a...

Chris Olifi's elephant poo paintings via We are going through a transition here at PMM HQ. Tiny is letting us know she's around. W...

Little people have the capacity to do really big gross things. Take yesterday when Tiny ambled over to me with a strange expression on her f...

This week, not only was I hemmed in by the red dust storm that landed upon Sydney, I thought we'd 'get out' by going fruit and v...

July really isn't our month. Last night I woke up to some strange noises. And then realised that someone was trying to break in. Thankfu...

I've been sitting here, opening up my blogger account. Closing it. Opening it up. Closing it. Trying to think what I can post about toda...

when you push this car, it's windscreen wipers work! this car has got diamantes for headlights! that little yellow citroen is uber co...

Ridiculously late, I know, I know... This is what gives me goosebumps, and definitely not in a good way. I am scared of spiders. Silly I kno...