When revenge backfires

It's official: I miss the kids terribly and can't wait to see them in a few hours. It's been eight loooooong days since I last cuddled them. Also official: organising dog sitting is a big, fat pain. My advice: never get a dog as revenge on your duplicitous husband. (He didn't want a dog, so... Continue Reading →

Chickened out

It's a bit sad (as in pathetic) how much I'm enjoying the supermarket. Today's highlight: chatting to the Changeling's mother (aka my neighbour). After hazily recognising each other from the almost-reversing-over-her-toddler-in-the-driveway incident last week, we struck up a conversation in the fruit and veg department. She seems very nice. Her name is Georgie (must remember: Georgie, Georgie, Georgie).... Continue Reading →

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