Oooops

I'm not quite sure how I forgot, but I did. I'm about to head off to Luna Park at this ungodly hour for a work function and I totally forgot about writing a blog post. Ah well. I'll live. You'll live. I thought I'd better check in though, after being a bit maudlin yesterday. Wouldn't... Continue Reading →

Waking up alone

I hate waking up alone in my childless house.¬†Hate it. Every second week, I face the silence on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. I find the business of living much tougher on those mornings. If you're parenting seven days a week, you probably fantasise about waking up to an empty house. It would be a... Continue Reading →

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