the end was just the beginning
The Not So Neighbourly Neighbours have been at it again for the past two Saturday nights. Blasting doof-doof music, lots of loud "woos" and "drink it down, down, downs". Heaps of laughter and general merriment that makes me so cross I want to scream. How dare they have fun in suburbia? Don't they know middle-aged folk... Continue Reading →
I'm not an all-organic, sugar-free food nazi. My kids eat junk. They have hot chips occasionally. They have lemonade at yum cha (sometimes it's even pink). I make muffins and biscuits for their morning tea. They ate donuts at the school disco last night. But there's something I'll never understand - why kids' sporting events have shops selling soft drinks, chips, pies... Continue Reading →
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