That moment just after your computer crashes and you hit the restart button only to realise that the blog post you'd made some awesome changes to just lost them all?

FAAARRRRK.  What did I write?  All I can remember is that it was GREAT.

"Uncle" Mandi has been tasked by six-year-old Ruby, to write a play for us to perform whilst we are on hols in Byron next month. It must have singing, dancing, cats, dogs and crabs. Yes. CRABS. Lordy.

A day of pottering and cooking to try and mask the thought of another awful week at work.

Ending the day with a cuppa and some Graham Norton is always enjoyable.

Had the shittiest work day ever. Came home, drank gin, ate chocolate and watched this:

Mood. IMPROVED.

Anzac Day.  The only day of the year I don't mind getting up before dawn, because I'm doing it for Grandpa Bob and my Great-Uncles Jack, Clarrie, Charlie and Tom.  Attending the dawn service (this year, like last year, at the Shrine of Remembrance) has become a ritual I never experienced as a child, so it was heartening to see so many people bring their little ones along.  Nice to know the tradition is being kept alive by the next generation.

First night back at pilates after weeks.  No. MONTHS.  I am going to be sore tomorrow!!