So there’s this one light switch. It’s on the wall of my kitchen. And it’s driving me nuts. See, I’m what you might call the investigative sort. I absolutely cannot abide the thought of something being in my home that MIGHT do something, but remains an unknown. Now, my Dad used to do some electrician

Crystal, I know you’ll understand the desire to be clean. I can tell by your name. So you’ll perhaps empathise with my plight, in which I’m unable to feel like my home is truly clean, no matter how much I scrub. It’s a cruel irony that that longer you clean, the more time the rest

Nothing makes me happier than going on holiday with my three children, and my partner. Just seeing how happy they all are when our family takes a well-deserved fourth holiday of the year in some exotic location. Still, our holidays aren’t all play; in fact, this year we’re having the golf expo at Batemans Bay,

I will make sure that those annoying termites leave soon, and if they don’t, then I will threaten them personally and make sure that they will leave my house. I don’t want them here anymore, they have definitely overstayed their welcome. Maybe it was my fault for being too nice and forgiving to begin with.

Ever since I was young, I’ve spent a majority of my time alone. I found other children’s interactions to be puerile, lacking in meaningful content and mostly devoid of educational benefit. This continued throughout my teen years, until I reached the age of twenty, at which point I was ready to forge a future as

It has been a few years since I’d had a date. I didn’t mind being single, I had my cat, I had my hobbies. Life was simple and I was ok with that, life was fine. It was lonely sometimes, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t. I kept myself busy most of

I’m turning 40 this month, and I’ve never had a boyfriend. I know that sounds a bit strange to your average person but it just never happened for me. I was shy growing up on account of my looks and had never really developed a good sense of self. I just moved from Sydney and

My pipes are talking to me. This I know for sure, despite what my friends and family have told me. See, I live in a beautiful weatherboard mansion, left to me by my Great Uncle Capernicus. Before he died, he confessed to me that his house might be haunted. Sounds scary, but hey. It was