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.
