melting

Ten-hour work days in the catering kitchen and unfreakinggodly humidity amount to one zapped mama. Make no mistake about it, unless there’s a large body of water I can fall into, I do not like heat so intense that my innards melt. Yesterday, I sat (or rather, lay comatose) on the balcony vegie garden while Number Four rubbed my feet with the most extraordinary patience.That boy should be knighted.

Number One’s Instagram pic below made me smile a mile wide …

Say yes to cones. Always.

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