Manly Beach Day 4: Chill and chat.

I think I found the right time to swish back the curtains in the morning!

This was the dawn of the last full day I had in Sydney. True to form for this holiday, I hadn’t planned a thing. Initially, I thought I’d use today to go into Sydney via the ferry, but I did that on Monday. I was in a lazy mood, so after breakfast I curled up with a book.

A little while later my phone pinged. It was Fifi. She said that she’s coming down to Manly to swim and wondered if I’d be up for grabbing lunch up at the Quarantine Station.

Excellent! That’s my day sorted!

I read my book on the balcony, snapping this shot of where Fifi was swimming. There’s no filter on this – these are the colours. Fifi lives on another beach but she said that all she can see there when she swims is sand. Manly is a wildlife reserve, so here, she swims among fish. She mentioned the “sweetest” Grey Nurse shark, but I guess that it’s all in the eye of the beholder…

Look at this view.

Trust a local to know where all the good spots are.

I imagine the harbour must make getting around Sydney a bit challenging at times, but there’s no denying that it’s very beautiful.

We lingered over lunch, talking for hours. Before we jumped back into the car, we took a short walk to a lookout, but the air was getting cold and Fifi didn’t have a jumper.

She dropped me off at the hotel as it was getting dark and after I loaded up the car with a few items, I curled back up with my book and a cuppa tea. I finished the book – my 3rd for this trip – and turned out the light to prepare for an early start.

I forgot to show you how far I’ve come with the quilt. I’m almost certainly way behind on where I should be with the quilt-a-long, but I’m still making progress.

Anyway, Thursday I drove home with only one stop, where I bought the most expensive tank of petrol I’ve ever bought. It cost $119 to fill the tank. Yikes!

Anyway, I drove into the driveway a little before 5 and the dogs were hysterical.

Ryan27 and Tom30 were also pleased to see me, though not as much!

My next trip is in a month, when I take Izzy, Jenna and my nieces away for a girls weekend. 🙂

Dad joke of the day:

Manly Day 3: Brunch with Fifi La Stupenda.

Tuesday was a chillier day. But I was excited.

Remember how I said that 13 years ago when I was last in Sydney, I attended a blog meet? Well, Fifi La Stupenda (not her real name) saw on FB that I was coming to Manly and we agreed to meet at the Shelly Beach boathouse for brunch.

Fifi used to write the most beautiful blog, where her love of swimming in the ocean was front and centre. So different from the blogs the rest of us wrote, where it was all, “Look at this hat I knitted!” or “I planted a lemon tree!”

She lives a few beaches away from Manly but swims here every day. She said she knew exactly where I was staying when she saw the photo I took from my balcony. Clearly, there are no secrets on social media!

I didn’t realise when I took the first photo that she was in the ocean as I was walking up to the Boathouse.

Blogging has been very kind to me. Over the years I’ve met some fabulous, talented people – some of whom have even opened their homes to me when I’ve been travelling. (Thanks Deana, Pam and Loretta! Love you all. ) The thing about meeting up with someone whose blog you’ve read for ages is that, when you meet in person, there’s none of the awkward ‘getting to know you’ vibe that is the normal thing when you meet someone for the first time.

You already know each other – there’s an instant familiarity that kicks off the conversation instantly.

I wasn’t sure if that would happen with Fifi. She hasn’t blogged for years and I’d only met her once, 13 years ago. Maybe we’d meet for an hour, have a stilted conversation and then make our excuses and race away???

I should have had more faith in the bond that blogging makes.

We had the BEST time. We sat and talked each other’s ears off, only leaving after 1 PM when the lunch crowd was coming in. We caught up on each other’s lives and what was going on with other bloggers from that golden era of blogging; we talked about our kids, life, art and everything. It was great.

On our way back down the path to Manly, the funniest thing happened. We were walking along, minding our own business, when I hear, “Is that Frogdancer Jones????”

There, going up the path, was a woman who also teaches at the same school I do! Talk about a small world. Two minutes later we wouldn’t have seen each other.

After I grabbed a little bite to eat in my room, I walked over to the Manly Art Gallery, near Manly wharf. It had a couple of what I’d call ‘worthy’ exhibitions about refugees… to be honest it was a bit dull.

Though these huge portraits of refugee women, spaced out around a big room, looked really effective.

On the way out, I saw this tree.

Loved it.

Then on the way home, I spied this little shop come gallery packed with indigenous art. I spent a lovely twenty minutes or so looking at the canvases, with the woman running the shop talking to me about each piece. She had the loveliest little dog with her, too.

Some of the pieces were extraordinary. I wasn’t going to buy though… because when I got back to the room I spent $4,000 on flights, accommodation and insurance to Antarctica. Ouch.

Sadly, I’m not going to be able to go to Easter Island as well, but I suppose I can always do that another time.

Dad joke of the day:

Manly Beach Day 2: Sydney ferry.

Monday dawned in a bit of a subdued way, or maybe I just got up too late to catch the sunrise. Anyway, I had a lazy start to the day. I didn’t really feel like pulling on the walking boots and racing out to explore, so I stayed in and finished off another section of my crazy 5000+ piece quilt.

If I’m crazy enough to bring my Bernina with me on a road trip, I have to justify it by actually using it, after all!

Then, after a quick lunch, I decided to walk to the ferry wharf to see where I’ll be going on Wednesday when I go to Sydney.

Once I was there, it was all too easy to decide to jump on a ferry and see Sydney Harbour straight away. I haven’t been to Sydney (except in transit at the airport) since I brought the boys here for a holiday 13 years ago.

Sydney 1. The first couple of photos won’t appear, but then after that, they’re all there. The boys look SO YOUNG! I, of course, haven’t changed a bit.

Sydney 2. and Sydney 3. The last post has an account of a blog meet that was so much fun. Can you believe that 13 years later, lots of us are still in contact? I’m one of the few who has kept the blog going, though. The early days of blogging… what a golden era!

Anyway, back to this current trip!

Now, OF COURSE everyone knows that Melbourne is far superior to Sydney in almost every way, but you have to admit that their harbour is absolutely beautiful. Thirteen years is a long time between visits. When the Manly ferry turned the corner and I caught my first glimpse of the bridge, I smiled. It’s such a wonderful sight.

Once the ferry docked I had a choice to make. I wanted to see The Rocks and the Opera House. I decided to take a left turn and see the Opera House first.

Along the way, I saw this cute little bar.


The obligatory selfie to prove that I was really here. Pandemic-style!

I thought the paving was a nice touch, mirroring the Opera House sails.

Dotted around Circular Quay were these inserts. Lots of different writers, from Clive James to David Williamson to Dorothea Mackellar.

Also, I saw lots of these.

It was interesting to see how the shoreline has changed since those early days.

I don’t know how they know exactly where the shoreline was back in the 1700’s. Thye could have put these dots anywhere and no one would know the difference. But anyway, it looks good.

I liked the look of this sculpture, high above the crowds going to and from the Opera Huse. There were a couple of kids climbing up and sliding down it. Not sure if that’s what the artist intended.

I think this is what’s known as a ‘bin chicken.’ I could be wrong.

It looks like a cranky old man to me.

After I wandered around the Opera House I doubled back and took a stroll around The Rocks. This shot is of The Rocks Museum, which, to be honest, was a bit of a yawn-fest.

The Rocks is where the English convicts and settlers first started building their homes, so it has some of the oldest buildings in Australia here.

A statue of Captain William Bligh. Yes, THAT Bligh.

Not many people know that after surviving the mutiny on the Bounty, he did a stint as a Governor of NSW.

The bridge reminded me of Paris and the Eiffel Tower. It pops up in the most unexpected places!

There were a few couples taking wedding shots.

i liked this little ‘fountain’ running down beside the steps.

When it got to around 4:30 I thought I’d better get back to the ferry, to beat rush hour.

Here’s a cruise ship leaving the harbour, with the two pilot/tug boats (whatever they are) accompanying it. Our little ferry nipped past it like a shot.

On the way back to my hotel I decided to walk down the Corso, supposedly a sight of Manly Beach. Honestly, it’s just a shopping strip with big trees in the middle. Still, I got home just as it was turning dark.

I was really happy that I snuck in the look around Sydney. I really wanted to see the bridge again. I tried to take a photo of the Bridge Climb groups, in memory of when the boys and I did it, but even though I could see the silhouettes on the skyline, they wouldn’t come out on my iPhone.

Dad Joke of the day:

Day 1: Manly Beach.

Last month I booked a girls weekend in July for my nieces, Izzy, Jenna and I, using the timeshare that I’ve owned for ages and have hardly ever used. I also booked a week in New Zealand for David28 and Izzy’s honeymoon, also using the timeshare.

While I was on the website, I noticed that I had 1,500 points to use up before June 30. Yikes! With all of the lockdowns going on last year, I’d completely forgotten about unused points. I decided that I’d do my best to get rid of them.

As it happens, New South Wales school holidays start a week later than Victoria, so I was able to snag 5 days in Manly Beach during our first week of the holidays. I decided to break the journey on the way up with 2 additional nights in Bowral, which brought the unused points down to 150. That, I can live with.

On the last day of the school term I got up early and drove 800 km to Bowral. There, I visited the Woolworths supermarket, buying butter, a couple of frozen meals for dinner and some snacks. Naturally, I brought staples like wine, coffee, vegemite and a few other bits and pieces to save money on breakfasts and dinners.

Because I’m travelling on my own, I adopt a ‘safety first’ routine whereby I go out and about during the day and then spend dinner and the evenings in my rooms. I read or watch Netflix or Stan shows on my laptop – basically just having a self-indulgent time. The normal routine during the day is that I see what I want to see, grab a nice lunch and then make it back to the room by twilight.

Too easy!

Driving 800 km in one day is tiring. I spent the whole of the next day in my room, reading and sewing a couple more rows of the 5,000+ piece quilt I’m making. I ‘did’ Bowral on the last time I spent a holiday here, so I didn’t feel bad. It was just so nice to have a day where no one was asking me for something, you know what I mean?

Oh! When I say I ‘did’ Bowral, that’s all except the Bradman Cricket Museum. I’d rather die.

At 6 PM that night there came a knock at the door.

Turns out it was the manager, bringing a bottla sparkling wine, to say thank-you for using both Bowral and Manly Beach for my holiday. Wow. I was blown away. What a lovely gesture!

I hadn’t put any preparation into this holiday, so I was surprised to realise that Bowrl was so close to Sydney. I left at 10 AM and was pulling up outside the Sebel in Manly Beach by 11:30.

Of course my room wasn’t ready, so I parked my car in their underground car park, grabbed some lunch at a café – (you’d think a halloumi wrap would be tasty but it had absolutely no taste at all), and then I headed down to the foreshore.

It was a beautiful day and the place was packed. I, of course, was wearing my mask but I only saw 4 other people all day with one on. I was amazed – but I guess it shows that when you have “mockdowns” instead of lockdowns, you take things a little less seriously. Personally, with all of the evidence now coming to light about Long Covid, I want to keep any covid I end up getting to a minimum.

I had a few hours to kill before I could check in, so I walked, then sat and read for a while, then I’d walk a bit more, then sit and read, etc. There were heaps of tourists and lots of locals walking their dogs and toddlers.

The place was pumping. All of the cafés were bursting at the seams and everyone was in a great mood.

I took this shot from a seat where I was reading for a while. It doesn’t do justice to the shades of blue.

Such a quintessential Aussie scene! This was a ‘Nippers’ class, where the local surf lifesaving club is teaching the kids to surf.

A little further away, some surfers were clumped together, chatting and waiting for waves. They seemed a bit optimistic to me, but then again, even these piddly waves are bigger than we normally get down in Melbourne in Port Phillip Bay!

Can you imagine being able to live in these houses? The views that they must have?

Lucky ducks!

For the next few days, this is the view from my balcony. I’m sitting out here now on Monday morning. I watched the sunsise and now I can hear birdsong from the pines over the road, while sounds of laughter float up from the street below. The sun is sparkling on the waves.

I live very close to the beach at home and when I was a kid, we used to spend school holidays at Inverloch, where my grandparents lived. They had a house which was just over the road from the beach.

But I’ve never lived in a place where you can hear the sea all the time.

In the twilight, I was out on the balcony with a glass of wine. I called Mum in the hospital and chatted away.

Then, as I was talking I was visited by a couple of lorikeets. My foot is in the shot to show how close they were.

They ended up coming really close before they flew off. Being five floors up seems to have its perks!

Is this room perfect?

Well… there’s no coffee plunger, and only enough NON-decaf instant coffee for 2 more mornings.

You know how you always forget something when packing? (Or maybe that’s just me.) I forgot my Aeropress, so I have proper coffee but no way to make it.

I might see if the staff can chase up a coffee plunger for me. I had a cup of instant coffee this morning and this may surprise some of you… but it’s just not the same.

Meanwhile, look at this sad, sad photo. Tom30 took this at 4 PM on the day that I was driving to Bowral.

They’re all at the window, thinking, “Any minute now, Mum will be home…”

I felt bad when I saw it…

Dad joke of the day:

Skinflint Sunday: The pelvis edition.

Cavalier boy on the beach. There's not much going on behind his eyes.
Jeffrey. Just because.

Well, when you think that you can take your eyes off your parents and relax, THINK AGAIN!

Mum broke her pelvis last week in a fall. She’s in a rehab hospital for the next 3 weeks. Dad’s at home with his new hip – he’s unable to look after her so he’s Home Alone. I popped in yesterday to see him and arrived at the same time as my brother and sister-in-law, so we had a nice visit until I had to race off to go wedding dress shopping with Izzy and her Mum and sister.

Add to that, a morning spent driving with Tom30 to see units and flats for sale and it was a busy day.

As an aside – it’s frightening how little half a million dollars buys nowadays. We’ve probably been through 20 properties over the last few weeks and yikes. Most of them are dark, tiny little dog boxes. For $500,000!!

I don’t know about you, but half a mill seems like a lot of money to me. I’d certainly bend down and pick it up if I saw it lying on the footpath. To see these gloomy, postage-stamp sized dwellings going for this amount of money is awful.

Anyway, Tom30 almost has his deposit together so we’ll keep looking. After all, we only need to find one.

Of course, now that he’s decided to buy this expensive thing, someone knocked the driver’s side mirror off his car when it was parked in the street, and this morning he realised he has an extremely flat tyre, so that’ll have to be replaced too. It’s always the way – life sneaks in and sinks the boot in when you’re wanting to get something done.

I feel a bit the same way. I finally heard back from the tour company that I had a deposit with for Antarctica and it’s going ahead. I’m still keen to do Easter Island as well, but that’s really exxy. Just the flights from Santiago to Easter Island and back are usually around the 1K mark. Expenses are steep on the island – every single thing has to be imported from the mainland, so naturally that pushes prices up.

But I’ve agreed to help Jack out with some money – some is a gift and the rest (the larger portion) is a loan. Oof. Suddenly, doing CRT work sounds like an excellent idea!

I’ve always thought that I’d give the boys 5K each towards a wedding. I decided to offer Tom30 a choice of putting that 5K towards a property or a wedding. He, being single, has unsurprisingly chosen the property.

I said, “Well, in the future, you’ll have to explain to your beloved why I’m not kicking in towards the wedding. I already have!”

I’ve had a week and a half off after working full-time for 3 weeks. The school had exams so there were enough teachers free to cover most of the classes that needed covering. I have to admit – I enjoyed the break. It was a reminder of why I enjoyed last year so much! Honestly, it was a little scary just how quickly I fell back into the whole routine of working every day.

I’m hoping I pick up more days. Apart from the money, the school is also in the same general area as Mum’s rehab hospital and their house, so it’ll be easy to visit either of them after the school day finishes. I like killing two birds with one stone.

Dad joke of the day:

Life goes on. :)

So I’m writing this on Monday morning, sitting in front of a year 8 Science class. In the teacher notes, their teacher wrote that they have a seating plan, which means that they’re a yucky class. Whenever you see this as a substitute teacher, your heart sinks. She also said she’d share the seating plan with me.

The kids came in and I said, “Ok, I know you have a seating plan, please sit in it.”

The kids all sat. They seemed to be all bunched together in the back of the room, which is unlike any seating plan I’ve ever seen.

I checked my emails. There was the seating plan. I looked at the kids. Being a CRT, I don’t know any of them.

“Ok,” I said. “Before I mark the roll, your teacher has just sent me the seating plan. Anyone who has to move, you’d better do it NOW before I can see who’s doing the wrong thing.”

About half the class picked up their books and moved to different places.

It gave me my first laugh of the day.

As it turned out, they were perfect angels. Looks like today is going to be a good day, baby!!!


On Saturday I went for a road trip with Tom30, looking at units for sale. He’s saving for a deposit and he’d fallen in love with a little place in Cheltenham, so we went to have a look at it. Then we went to Seaford and Frankston North to look at a couple of others.

It’s funny. He persists in thinking that I don’t know the value of real estate, even though I follow it closely. When I say that a 1BR flat in Carrum is overpriced at 800K, he rolls his eyes. When it got passed in at the auction, he doesn’t mention it. (But I knew I was right!)

It was a nice block of time to be spending with him. I love looking at houses. It’s funny; when the boys were little I would’ve taken them to hundreds of display homes and open houses. Now the wheel has turned and one of my kids is taking me.

I think he grasped that I actually do have a better grasp of current places than he anticipated.


With all the CRT work that I’ve been picking up, I’ve let the veggie garden lapse. Yesterday I decided I’d make enchiladas for dinner and I remembered that I had a jalapeno plant growing. I’d hastily shoved some elephant garlic cloves around it a few weeks ago that Ryan27’s friend Viv gave me.

Imagine how pleased I was when I went out and discovered a bright red jalapeno, along with about 5 green ones, on the plant. Surrounding it was 23 little garlic shoots. I also picked a huge red capsicum to pop in the enchiladas as well. Sometimes nature makes you smile!

I’m hoping that, over time, I can increase the number of garlic cloves I plant each year from this first little crop until I can become self-sufficient in garlic. We use quite a bit of it – I peel the cloves and freeze them – so I’d love it if the garden could supply us with them.

Hmmm… maybe they’d be better off planted in the front yard in the orchard? I’ll give that some thought for next year.

Dad joke of the day:

I can’t take my dog to the park anymore because the ducks keep attacking him.

He’s a pure-bred dog.

Food safety and getaway plans.

Today I’m sitting in a Food Safety Course that the year 9s are doing. The instructor has worked in hospo for years and some of the stories he’s telling would make your hair curl! I said, just before recess, that we’ll all walk out of here with our hands held, high, avoiding contact with anyone, with the intention to never eat out again.

The year 9s are doing a two-week course, where for 3 days they’re away at camp in the country, but for the rest of the time they’re doing courses in CPR, food safety, barista, study skills and other things. It’s a goldmine for CRT teachers, with lots of smaller groups needing to be covered.

So I’ve been driving in every day for the last two weeks, with a full week’s work ahead of me. Today I was talking with a guy who retired a year or two ahead of me, who has just started doing CRT work because the school is desperate for teachers. We agreed that the absolute worst thing about coming back to work is the alarm going off when it’s still dark.

On Thursday and Friday last week, kids doing the barista course made me a cup of coffee to drink after lunch. They’re learning to make lattes and cappuccinos with all the froth etc, but I hate milk in my coffee, so I just asked for a long black without sugar. The kids on Friday were boys I’d taught in year 7 and we’re good mates. I’m pretty sure they gave me a triple shot of coffee. There was no chance of me needing a little nap when I got home!

In other news, I’m very excited about a trip I have planned.

I’ve decided to take the young women in my family away for a girls’ weekend. My two nieces, Izzy and Jenna. Izzy is going to be an official family member when she gets married to David28 next year, and even though Evan25 and Jenna have no plans to get married, they also have no plans to split up any time soon.

Women tend to be the ones who keep families together. We’re the glue. Seeing as how I have sons, the next-best thing I can do to keep my family flourishing is to provide times for the girls to get to know each other.

Whenever they see each other, they all chatter away like magpies, but these events are usually only a few hours long. You know, birthday parties, Christmas, etc. What we’re going to do in July is to go away for a Friday and Saturday night, with people peeling away to return home on Sunday. That’s a decent chunk of time for them to relax, sit back and get to know each other in a little more depth.

Of course, my nieces already have that last part sorted! I’m visualising a couple of days where the four of them chill, chat and go out to see various things. We’ll be close to Daylesford and Ballarat, so we’ll probably do some wandering around to see whatever’s on offer. Bushwalks, art galleries, markets.. who knows?

I’m even thinking that I might work an extra couple of days to pay for a hot air balloon ride for everyone. That’d be something memorable! Not sure if they run in the middle of winter, but it’ll be easy enough to find out.

We’ll be staying in one of the time-share properties I have. I was only able to book it for the particular weekend we wanted if I booked for 4 nights, so I’m giving myself a little getaway for two nights before they arrive. When Friday comes, I’ll have the fire burning, wine, and a piping hot vegetarian curry ready, for when they come through the door after the drive down from Melbourne. Ballarat is FREEZING at the best of times, so it works out pretty well that I’ll be there to make the place as warm and welcoming as possible.

I’m hoping that this will be a weekend that they’ll all enjoy. I’d like the bonds between these lovely young women to be slightly more than just, “Nice talking to you; see you next Christmas!”

Dad joke of the day:

I bought a dog from a blacksmith.

As soon as I got him home, he made a bolt for the door.

Skinflint Sunday: A peaceful day planned.


The dogs let me sleep in till 8 AM this morning! Now that I’m doing CRT work, I absolutely love it when I can get up after the sun rises. It’s one of life’s luxuries.

Yesterday I spent a very girly afternoon with Izzy, her sister and her Mum going wedding dress shopping. Apart from shopping for my own, many many years ago, I’ve never done it before. There’s a warehouse/shopping outlet near their place in Rowville, so off we went to have a look.

I’ve never seen so much beading and lace in one place in my life!

She didn’t find THE dress. On the way back we stopped off for coffee and cake and had a good old natter. I feel like I know Izzy’s sister much better now, which is a very good thing.

A little while later, Jeff joined her.

Today I’m going to make another couple of batches of bread rolls, take the little woofs for a walk, piece together a little more of my quilt, do some reading and maybe even get out into the garden and do some much-needed work.

Sounds like a nice day, just for me.

I’ve got a chicken carcass bubbling away on the stove that’ll end up being the base for a chicken and vegetable soup for lunch. I set that going as soon as I got up, in case I forgot about it later. Waste not, want not!

Ryan27 and Tom30 are both recovering from the flu (Ryan) and a cold (Tom.) I’ve been making them wear a mask whenever they’re with me, so hopefully I’ll dodge their bugs. I’m vaxxed for the flu and triple vaxxed for covid, but anyway, we’ll wait and see.

It looks like today is going to be a perfect autumn day. Hope everyone has a good one!

Dad joke of the day:

Did you hear about the cheese factory in France that exploded?

There was nothing left but de Brie. 

From the trenches.


I’m sitting here in front of a year 10 Creative Writing class. Yes, I’m still doing CRT work at my old school. Last week the Daily Organiser texted and asked if I wanted a full week’s work.

‘Hmmm,’ I thought. ‘Do I?’

The obvious answer is, ‘No, not really.” But since I worked out that every day I work, my after-tax wage pays for TWO places at David28 and Izzy’s wedding reception next year, then the answer I gave was ‘Okey Dokey.”

But let’s back up to the previous paragraph. It’s slightly crazy that a full day’s work only pays for two meals and drinks. Wow, weddings are expensive.

I’ve decided to make it more fun by nominating two people for every day I work. So, yesterday it was my brother and sister-in-law. Today, it’s Tom30 and his date.

I tell you, considering how much of my time is being spent on these meals, I’ll probably be circling the tables at the reception, demanding that people eat every bite on their plates!

Most of the days I’ve worked so far have been at the new campus that only has years 8 and 9. That’s a high-energy place, with brand-new facilities. Yesterday and today I’ve been back at the main campus, where I taught for 17 years.

It’s strange being back. In some ways it’s so familiar. I know a lot of the kids, who are really pleased to see me. Some of my old year 7 kids are now in this creative writing class, which makes me smile. I know where all the rooms are and what all of the rules are. It’s like slipping on a comfy pair of slippers.

In other ways it’s very different.

I still enjoy the classroom but there’s not the same interest in the kids. I’m not invested in how they do on the work they’ve been set. I’ll keep them quiet and give them every chance to keep on-task, but ultimately, it doesn’t affect my life if they goof off. So there’s a definite shift in the relationships between myself and the kids.

CRTs normally work all 6 periods and have a yard duty as well. There’s minimal downtime, so comfy shoes are a must. So basically, when you’re at work you’re at work. But once the day is done, that’s it. No marking, no preparation, no meetings. That difference right there cuts out most of the things that are no fun about this job.

For instance, I’m going to LOVE it when the final bell rings today. Once I hand in my laptop and keys, I can head home. The others have to stay back for an hour-long meeting. I remember those days. By the time I’d get into my car I’d be hitting peak hour, which adds an extra 20- 30 minutes to the drive home. If you think that adds to your overall quality of life, then I’ve got news for you!

I’ll probably duck into the hairdresser on the way home and beautify myself. I feel like I have the bonus of an extra hour+ so I may as well make the most of it.

Dad joke of the day:

To the person who stole my place in the queue…

I’m after you now.