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I don’t like your Facebook status updates any more. Nor, for the most part, your comments on your own or updates by others. And it feels really good. I have no doubt that my not liking some people’s posts has been noticed and gossiped about (in fact, I know for…
Day 4 of back to school. We’ve got the hang of the morning routie – they know what they’re meant to be doing, but don’t do it till they’re asked, then get sidetracked, don’t do what they’re asked, get yelled at and we get out the door on time, slightly…
A lovely family day out, visiting museums and feeding the seagulls in the park all the good biscuits and leaving us with cheese sandwiches to eat. We caught some trams (yes, thank you all those lovely, courteous people who pushed past my hubby with the pram, and pushed my 6…
A productive morning, an afternoon at the park with some overseas relatives, barbeque, playing cricket with a dodgy ball and six year old and racing a round the playground. The older two had been invited to stay with the overseas relatives overnight, so we had their bags packed, and my…
Grumble. Our dishwasher is still out of action, and we are still taking great delight in making the kids dry the dishes that we handwash. Fun, fun, fun. Ok, fun is taking it a bit far, but I seem to have it down pat. Perhaps it’s the evil glare I…