Have you ever been caught out by by the sudden arrival of an unexpected dinner guest? God, I have. The last one that bounced on my doorstep caught me in my jim-jams. Not that that should shock you, dear readers. As you know, when I’m working my habit is to strip my Super KatGirl uniform off the very second I get inside my front door, shower, and don very comfortable house clothes that scream well-worn boy’s pyjamas.
After the stunning death of Steve Irwin - Crikey, Mate! - The Crocodile Hunter, I could not help but reflected upon what I’ve achieved in my life. I didn’t know Steve personally or professionally, either, but he was an Australian Mate, balls to bones and his sudden death left me reeling. Not surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one.
Are you incessantly plagued by well meaning friends and siblings who are desperate to see you walk down the aisle? Desperate to see you leave the comfort and safety of your snug little lounge room? A snug little lounge room that you have slaved the better part of your life to fill with little treasures, creature comforts that reflect your work-a-holic slavery?
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