I’m not going to lie. Things are full on around here at the moment. I am waking up most mornings looking alot like Beetlejuice up there. And you don’t even have to say my name three times either. I have totally bitten off more than I can chew and last night…well…let’s just say I tantrummed. I tantrummed for Australia. I flung myself to the floor and sobbed until I couldn’t squeeze one last tear out and then I clung to Andy’s leg and begged him not to leave me??? I know. I was making no sense. I stopped when I heard his extraordinarily patient, highly bemused voice telling me to ’stop being a twit’. He has no plans to leave me. Yet. Continue reading “ZZZZzzzz…” »
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And when I say score I don’t mean the Wallabies, my husband’s beloved rugby team who failed to do so last Saturday night. Andy went and saw them play live with his Dad and by all intents and purposes it was a very sorry old game. Continue reading “Score!” »
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