laugh, cry, relate
So … as it transpires, and not surprisingly so, we find ourselves with one of those ridiculously huge boxes of cornflakes, of the fully branded kind, in our pantry. The box that holds 17 kilo or there aboutes. I can’t remember where it came from; possibly a leftover from some…
I like baking. I
Although we haven’t been in our new abode for a terribly long time, and still cannot access the garage (that’s Grumpy’s domain and …. well … you know …) and we’ve only managed to just settle our geriatric cats into the place and eventually get their ‘house’ in some sort…
The morning started in tears … Not mine, surprisngly, given I didn’t get to bed till
Sitting quietly in the sunshine, minding my own business and watching the kids skipping in Phys Ed (which was pretty funny in itself) yesterday afternoon at school, when another mum approached me and asked if I could help out with the school excursion tomorrow. It’s to the Melbourne show. “Sure,”…