I met my nephew today for the first time. He is five weeks old. (How can that be a sentence? A human who is five weeks old? It boggles the mind.)
"Holy Never, have mercy on us."
It's comforting to be tired with the parents of a newborn, because you know you are not alone and yet they still have it so much worse than you.
I'm making a crafty little photocopied book of Australian stuff, of some of the things I wrote there as well as some other bits and pieces. Let ya know when it's finished.