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  • Writer's pictureJenny Wynter

Is is still Friday the 13th?

It must be. Seriously.

I’ve never been one to buy into the ‘Friday the 13th’ moggly joggly, but the past two days just defy anti-superstition.

Consider the evidence before you, my friends:

– embarking on the trip from Byron to Nimbin – where I was all pumped to present a workshop for women on Life and Laughter – only to have our car break down en route, completely with hubbster and kids in the car. $103. – running out of credit on our phone. $20. – finding out – only after we had managed to score a ride back to Bangalow – that Tim had taken it upon himself to keep Caleb entertained by handing him possession of his mobile phone, whereupon Caleb had taken it upon himself to throw it: “IN THE DIRTY GRASS”. $80. – finally scoring a cab ride to Nimbin. $120. – receiving a phone call from the Passports Office, telling me that one of my photos is damaged, makes me look like I have a scar on my lips and thus my passport has been delayed (again) and I have to bring in new photos ASAP. $14. – getting back to the workshop to pick up our car, only to find the initial $103 quote didn’t quite cover the myriad of turdships in the ocean of our vehicle. $140. – driving back today to Brisbane, only to break down. In the middle of nowhere. Again. $100. – being mid crisis-call, only to have our phone run out of credit. Again. $20. – realising that our car is now completely foo-bahed, not worth fixing and thereby paying a tow-truck driver to bring us all back to Brisbane. $200.

But being able to blog about it and thus open the possibility of the past two days of pain being tax-deductible?


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