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Thursday, May 17, 2012


We just returned from our first sugar hit at the show.

It took a verbal shoehorn to get them into bed, but finally the kids settled to sleep and Tracey and I were able to crack open a beer and relax (I may have drunk a lot more beer than Tracey, who in fact drank none).

We knew we'd exhausted the kids and sure enough, two hours after they hit the hay, Tracey heard a thump in  the girls' room and found Miss8 sitting up in bed, leaning against the wall, asleep.

"Come on, darling," Tracey murmured as she eased her off the wall, "you've got to lay back down now."

"Oh, yeah, that's right," replied Miss8, settling back into her pillow. That can happen, forgetting to lie down when you sleep. I go the other way - I struggle to get out of bed when I wake up.

Tonight was just the prelude to the main event. We only spent $55 in cold hard cash (food, floss and drinks) and used up 102 of our 120 ride tickets (120 tickets cost us $100). But tomorrow is going to break the bank.

I can't wait!

I had Miss2 on a short lead...
...which was hell handy at lolly stands and toy stalls

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.


His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).


Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.


His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


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