A Letter Of Apology
byDear Neighbours,
I’m sorry…
Dear Neighbours,
I’m sorry…
I love making this soup. Not because it’s easy, although it isn’t hard. And not because it’s quick, because it takes about an hour and a half from start to stop. The reason I love it is that my wife loves it, and I love making her happy.
“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.
“Can I have everyone’s attention please!” I said at work, raising my voice when there were no customers in the branch. “I have something to say which you all need to know.”
Some people know how to work with kids. Some don’t. Fortunately our dentist is in the former group.
“Am I looking cheesy enough?’ I grinned and asked as my cheese making partner, Karen, took my photo. There was a lot of this going on.
She’s a climber. She’s a runner. She’s a dodger. She’s a hider. Plus, she’s dead keen on playing with knives. She’s genuinely the biggest pain in the butt child we’ve ever had.
Loans are like that 90’s hit by Poison, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn: They look fantastic for getting what you need now instead of later, but you need to be aware of the pitfalls or you could get hurt.
Isn’t it funny how your tastes and expectations change from when you’re a kid to when you grow up.
Going through checkout at Woolies today and the lady behind me threw down the Sunday Mail on the conveyor belt with much gusto, its ‘I AM GAY’ headline staring up at me.
I hate making excuses. It’s the worst part about having to pull out of an engagement. Especially when your excuse is…well…a little shite.
We’re always keen for a dress up at work in the name of charity. Especially if it involves putting me in a dress. Not that I mind. After all, I have spotted a tremendous up side to all this.
I love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.
“From now on we’re sitting at the table with the kids for every meal,” Tracey told me this week.
Recent bouts of sickness have meant late nights and so much interrupted sleep it could probably better be described as a series of naps, but now the bugs and snotty noses have cleared up, Tracey decided to take the four older kids out of the house while Miss2 was in daycare.