the end was just the beginning
I asked Sprog 1 what she wanted for her birthday a few days ago. She said: "Draculaura". I said: "We've talked about this, you can't have a book that teaches you how to be a vampire." She said: "It's not a book, Mum. It's a doll." I said: "Oh, a doll ..." Sprog 1 has... Continue Reading →
Now this is more like it. Bugger swanning around in France and Spain. Grocery shopping in Northbridge, that's where it's at. Recycled toilet paper, a barbecued chook, a nod and smile to someone who seems to know me, but who I can't place for love or money. Ah, the real world. Bliss. Actually, I was a... Continue Reading →
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