Rallying to the call, my darling sister, Kerri, was on a plane from Cairns just as soon as she could manage to help babysit our five littlies to free me up so I could sit with Tracey. She’s ready to leave now.
When Tracey was a young girl she used to dream about performing at The Muster with the crowd going off. But then me, kids and a lack of doing anything to help bring that dream about happened and she gave up on that dream.
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.