I was going to write a blow-by-blow account of our vacation, but decided against it.
So I get this message on Friday night from a friend.
I’m at this market for the weekend. You got time to come down and say G’day?
Last century, my pillion chose to hang up her jacket and lid, reasoning that if something unforeseen was to happen, at least Search, Bash & Destroy would have one parent to see them through ’till they were old enough to look after themselves. I respect that, and I’m sure some of you have made similar decisions.