The other day I went to pick up Mr 4 from kindy, Mr 11 and 8 trailing behind me. Both had 'graduated' from the same kindy, replete with caps and gowns. Can you believe it? Five year olds 'graduating'? Anyway, as we filed back out the door, the rather talkative lady who runs the day care exclaimed...
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Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Driving And Other Tragedies
Linking up an earlier post with My Home Truths for I Must Confess. A little late, but better late than never as they say.
I Must Confess: I am a 41 year old P-Plater.
As I am now the mature (ie over the hill) age of 41, you could be forgiven for assuming I am an experienced driver. Wrong. Embarrassingly, I am in fact, still a P-Plater.
At age 16, when most adolescents...
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