Not dead,... but only just

I've been away all this week visiting trainlines between Broadmeadows and Seymour, just north of Melbourne.

Just thought you'd like to know.

I'm not dead or anything, but I feel like it warmed between two slices of vienna bread.

I've been living in assorted motels with my motivated work colleague. Getting up at the crack of dawn. The weather in the first part of the week was quite bad, and coincided nicely with the onset of my latest cold/ flu.

I am afraid of her.

You know the sort of person.

Listens to Triple M religiously.

Has problems with me eating custard tarts.

And sucking the remnants of tomato sauce from those little squeezy packets.

Owns and operates 8 horses.

And is the perfect example of a hardworking career minded intellect.

Try to forget.... Try to forget....

And then I go to the Airport and pick up Carly for her visit to the land of MMMMMMMMM

She gives me a triple set of Parker Lewis DVDs, and that makes her rule.

She is the best. The best of all the best.

And is good in bed.

And good out of bed.

And good beside the bed.