Every Castle Needs A Throne
byEven now, well over thirty years after the fact, I have fond memories of playing Lego on the lounge room floor of my family home in Port Moresby.
Even now, well over thirty years after the fact, I have fond memories of playing Lego on the lounge room floor of my family home in Port Moresby.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from the girls and I taking my parents out for a ‘coffee’ today it’s that the little details matter.
“It’s Grace’s birthday tomorrow!” It was indeed. A point Miss10 had been ramming down our throats with all the sickly, nauseating, annoying repetition of a vinyl record with a scratch just on the bit where they start barking on Who Let The Dogs Out.
“What’s that,” Tracey squinted at me this morning. She’d frozen mid-step on her way through the kitchen to the bathroom.
We should be doing this at home, right? Umm….