What a Nightmare!
byThe best part of living on the bus with the kids has been listening in to their conversations – it’s an eye opener.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
The best part of living on the bus with the kids has been listening in to their conversations – it’s an eye opener.
Some things just aren’t meant to be.
Two things quickly became obvious on our last full day in Wonga Beach. Firstly, we need to avoid Sunday markets like they’re flooded causeways because you don’t know how big the money pit under the dreamy casual surface is until you step in, and secondly…
Some people have no idea how to sell a place.
Around here we take our slip slop slap seriously. By which I mean, Tracey takes our slip slop slap seriously and the rest of us have learned we’ll get out the door if we don’t try to argue.
“I’m friggin’ bored over here,” Miss4 shocked us by muttering the other day. She was sitting in a seat at the front of the bus and at first we weren’t entirely sure what she’d said. Or rather, we were hoping we’d misheard.
When it comes to New Years celebrations I often think people are facing the wrong way.
Not much to fill you in on because I haven’t been able to do much for a few days. Feeling better now though.
How many photos are too many photos? Let’s test out the waters, shall we?
We were helping my sister Kerri and Uncle Daz by testing out the new electric BBQ they had installed in their park. As you can imagine, I’m always happy to help…when there’s food involved. Then this happened…
Even when I stop the bus, it turns out I can’t relax for a minute.
Apparently, Tracey’s bum intends making frequent appearances on our trip.
Bravo, I say!
Mixing the old with the new: My old childhood memories with my kids.
“No one’s going to believe us,” Tracey said to me. Good.
My son just did a Mike Wazowski. You’ll know the bit I mean.