Thursday, January 06, 2011

On Why Some Friends Are To Be Avoided

You know who you are.  And since we all sat around your table at the weekend, eating cheese and drinking Marsala and discussing the appalling floods in Queensland, all I can think about is clearing off to Australia to work there for the next 5 years.  Mercy Boo graduates this summer, and my direct parenting will come to a close. 

Now I don't do "sunbathing" and the genetic inheritance that is my skin tone demands factor 50 or off season jollies, which could be a problem, but why go to the beach when I could spend my non-working hours at Bill's?  Fusion food here I come.  Possibly.