Sometimes, you see great theatre.

And then sometimes someone convinces you to see a show that starts off ok, but quickly goes downhill... and it's all in Mandarin and you have no idea what the hell is going on. 

First Melbourne Festival show for 2016.

Captivating.

Overslept the alarm by an hour... still made it to work on time. Winning. Kind of.

The next time I see my childhood home, it will more than likely belong to someone else. I'm surprisingly ok with that.

The friend who not only turns up with takeaway, wine and a sympathetic ear but also returns with her enormous 4WD and helps take a load to the tip is even better than the best kind. So much achieved today that I'm starting to see the light.

So much to declutter, so little time.

Friends who turn up on the doorstep with takeaway, wine and a sympathetic ear are the best kind.