Commenting

In answer to the comments that have lobbed into my inbox overnight:

Karen: My back is heaps better, thank you. To be fair, Grumpy did offer a back rub but I was too miserable at the time to contemplate manoeuvring myself up off the couch and back down again to allow for the rub to take place. It was easier to lie around feeling sorry for myself. Easier for me, that is.

k: I prefer to think of myself as the fairy godmother. God knows I'm plump enough to be. If anyone thinks I'm not an f.g. they can just bloody well keep it to themselves.

k: Yes on two fronts: (1) action on the other blog, and (2) holidays are only "so-called".

The Burp: I pulled a muscle hauling my kayak up the beach on Sunday. "Let me do things for you!" said Grumpy. "Why do you have to be so independent?!" (Answer: Because I see girls who let someone else do everything for them and it just makes me want to shrivel up and die.)

The Burp: Yes, I could be lying on the floor at my country friend's house and not getting any work done there either. I'll remember that for the next hols.

Footy Tips: Yeah, yeah. I'll remember to do my footy tips today. Oh, hang on....