So here we are, at the end of a year that’s been like a Netflix movie. And thank goodness it’s over!! We often talk about how the years go so fast, but boy, didn’t this year just drag. It’s New Year’s Eve here in Brisbane, and I remember 12 months ago to this day, having a deep and meaningful with Mr H about trying to find that internal spark in myself after a challenging 2019. It was then he encouraged…
Absolutely loathed them. They were right up there with pavlova for me (obvious aside – I hate pavlova. Very un-Australian I know. And coming up to Christmas in Australia, I will now expect virtual tomatoes thrown at me. It’s like not knowing anything about AFL or whatever it’s called). I could never understand why people would go out of their way to have scones. Until I was pregnant with her Majesty, Queen Rani. Then Oh My Goodness! I couldn’t get…
Well hello! Welcome back. I hope you had a week without chaos. Or reduced chaos. That’s all we can wish for at the moment, right? At the moment, my 3 year old Queen is refusing to wear anything but pink tulle dresses. And to reduce the chaos I’m allowing it. I’m not a big fan of pink frilly dresses, but in some external battles you have to wave the white flag, so that you’re fully equipped for your internal battle….