It’s MRI day.
I go to hospital soon.
Nervous, dazed, afraid.
Sedation? No, thanks.
But it’s tempting to be a
chemical dreamer.
Claustrophobic? Aye.
The stillness is nice–only
until panic starts.
Wish me luck!

What outing could be complete without facepaint?

What outing could be complete without our son disowning us for an oversized orange Kangaroo?

Good Times: Son riding a bike that is massively too big for him, and yet he does admirably well, and a daughter who seeks the seclusion of her chariot pram?
There’s a few more pictures at […]

Well, it’s November 1st. What does that mean, apart from the start of NaBloPoMo?
It means I’m putting together my Christmas Card list, of course!
Last year, I put out the invitation to y’all out there. And I was repaid, nicely. I gave (and received in turn) cards from all over, as far off as Hawaii. This […]

Mark Wilson, 4th judge from Dancing with the Stars, sat at the table next to us this morning, while we were sipping babycinnos at a local cafe.
Riley wanted to go wipe his hands on Mark’s pants, after he got down from the table. Luckily, he made do with mine instead. Now, they’re milk sodden. Great.