Always eager to shift blame, I’ve decided my middle-aged spread is the Sprogs’ fault. Accommodating their 4.3kg and 4.1kg fetuses was the first transgression. They were so big they had to be surgically removed, which prevented any form of exercise beyond a miserable hobble when each was born. And my skin afterwards … loose, very loose. (Though fortunately not in […]

OK, Luna Park wasn’t so bad, despite me progressing to the low-mood phase of my jetlag. I convinced Sprog 1 to go on some less scary rides with me (though she moaned and bitched about how lame they were) to get my adrenaline racing. I was slightly worried that telling Sprog 2 to play on the kiddie rides while […]