Obligatory Blog

This week, at the exact moment that Australia was shedding its current Prime Minister, (well, okay, the exact half-hour bracket, but now who’s being picky), my littlest bundle of comicness – otherwise known as Cassidy – was shedding its current full-leg cast. I know, poetry in motion. But wait, there’s more! A follow-up x-ray showed that while things are definitely progressing in the right direction, his leg still hasn’t completely healed. Thus, back down to the plaster room

This weekend  just gone was Tim’s sister’s wedding. And I’ll be honest – actually, that’s not even hard at all right now, apparently yet another side effect of life after the accident – the only thing that was creeping closer than the day itself was my dread of it. Not because I don’t adore Cat, or her amazing partner David, or even that I don’t like weddings. Because I do. In the words of Eloise, I love, love, LOVE them! (All of the above). No, no, the reason for my rising r

Man oh man, I do hope that what they say about things happening in threes really is an old wives’ tale, otherwise I will be finding myself permanently adopting the ‘brace’ position. Thursday morning. Eleven am. Cassidy has just awoken from his nap. I have finally achieved the unthinkable – admittedly that is at this point, ANYTHING – in the form of a completed article to submit to a magazine. I am just about to pop the kettle on for a congratulatory cup of chai when… Ring, Ri