the end was just the beginning
I asked Husband if he could mind the kids last night, but he had "modest plans". What the hell are "modest plans" other than wanky? I presume it's code for something, so I asked no further questions and hired my dear friend Mel to babysit the girls instead. Then I dashed off to a dodgy... Continue Reading →
I was relieved. I didn't have to be that person anymore. I could reinvent myself. I just had to get past my paralysing shyness... I was accepted to Mitchell College in Bathhurst to study journalism. And I was determined to pay my own way, so I deferred for a year. Mum and Dad offered to pony up the cash, but I refused. I... Continue Reading →
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