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Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Four of our kids (Miss8, Master7, Miss5 & Miss2) have been playing musical beds for a few nights because ...well, because Miss2 has orchestrated it.

While the others sit in bed and read before lights out, Miss2 snuggles up to one of them and listens as they read out loud to her. Then, when it's time for lights out, she flat out refuses to move.

"Time to go to your bed," we'll tell her.

"My bed," she'll say, banging the blankets into place around her legs and lying down.

"No, your bed is in the other room," we'll remind her.

"My bed!" she snap, frowning at our ignorance. "Night."

So we'll ask whoever's bed she happens to be in to go sleep in hers. Supernanny would be tut-tutting at us and rolling her eyes at the camera behind our backs.

But the thing is the kids are all loving being moved around, so we can afford to be a little lax. Plus we've discovered a new configeration which seems to work well - Miss8 and Master7 in one room, Miss5 and Miss2 in the other. The big kids can stay up a bit later plus they aren't woken up by the little guys in the morning.

Things are becoming a little confusing for Master8 though, who usually has Miss2 (Sophie) in his room.

This morning he stumbled into our room in the wee small hours and abruptly woke us up.

"Dad! Mum! Wake up!" he said urgently. "Something wrong with Sophie. Her head's all weird."

"That would be because it's Grace's head," we told him sleepily, and, satisfied with our explanation Miss8 is in his room, he stumbled back to bed.

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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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