Time To Reflect
byThese days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
These days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
We’ve been sharing bathrooms with strangers for a couple of months now and, as you can probably imagine, bathroom smells are something you hope you don’t notice.
We’d arrived in Brisbane the previous day so Tracey could catch up with her surgical team at RBWH, our bus could get some stickers and we could finally pick up our car trailer. Unfortunately, one of these three things didn’t go very well.
So far on the Bargara to Kenilworth leg we’d swapped knock-knock jokes, talked turtles and discussed, in non-flattering terminology, the driver who’d overtaken us on double lines…
We’ve started doing incredible things before breakfast. If I’m honest it’s a little bit exhausting.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my twelve year old son as incensed as he was this afternoon.
I’m not saying I’m supersticious, but I think we’ve finally worked out why we’re having so much trouble with our bus, Kenny.
Some people have no idea how to sell a place.
Around here we take our slip slop slap seriously. By which I mean, Tracey takes our slip slop slap seriously and the rest of us have learned we’ll get out the door if we don’t try to argue.
We were helping my sister Kerri and Uncle Daz by testing out the new electric BBQ they had installed in their park. As you can imagine, I’m always happy to help…when there’s food involved. Then this happened…