So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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The twenty second today,(I know Roddy can count). Henry's big day tomorrow.
You know the drill. Lots and lots of kisses and cuddles from Pa.
I hope that Nan has managed to spoil the big boy. Sorry that I can't make it.
We are in Mackay today. Sailing tomorrow pm for Brisbane.
Again. Lots of hugs and kisses for the birthday boy.
Don't forget Ezra though.
Also...ditto what Roddy said. Kisses and hugs for Henry for his big day tomorrow (can't believe he is FIVE already!!!)Also a cuddle (or two...maybe three) for Ezra too. Oh and while I am here...some for you and Jen while you're at it!!! Love to you all.