Sleep like a babe…
OK, this is the most self-indulgent post you will ever see… forgive me. … It’s just that I happen to believe I have given birth to the two most gorgeous kids on the planet (OK, I know yours are pretty…
By the skin of my … red toenails!
OK – the branding is on hold, as is my follow-up to the fascinating art of fire iron application (eeeeekk) due to rain. Real rain. Wet, sodden, sodding rain. We cannot ever, ever complain about the rain – it has…
When old Footballers Make Bad Decisions – Long Story Short
Last entry I told you (at length) about my husband’s re-entry into the world of football. They say “a picture paints a thousand words”… Two should be worth a novel… Nuff said. Bush Babe PS how is it possible that…
When old footballers make bad decisions – short story long
My darling husband is an ex-footy player. I met him after his first-grade league rugby career was finished by an untimely collapsed lung. He doesn’t talk much about this stage of his life – he is a big guy (6’2”)…