Mother was moaning on the phone about having to get up early, get her jobs done, shower, feed the feral cats, all before the garage sale. I felt like adding, and we will do most of the above plus drive for nearly an hour to get to your place. Tradie Brother is in charge of organisation and Dreaded Nephew will assist.
Back to Sunday. In about 2006 or perhaps 05 I wrote a post bemoaning the lack of older bloggers, well ones my age. Tezza was kind enough to steer me to a red headed one, and his own of course by default, and it rather snowballed from there. So that is about five years I have known these people via the net, or latterly actually meeting them.
And while I might not be the most attractive person at brunch, I will be the youngest, the toy boy, so to speak.