We live in Canberra now. The path you can see in my new header is a photo of one of the many paths that criss-cross all over the place here; through parks, past houses, under roads and around lakes. I got a new bike for my birthday - it's black with a basket at the back - and I've been riding it almost daily ever since. I'm far too chicken to ride on the road, or even on those bits on the side of the road reserved especially for bikes, so I'm very glad for all the paths. I can ride for miles and miles without being anywhere near a speeding car.
Some mornings I ride to the shops early to buy fresh bread for the boys lunches. I can leave the boys alone in the house for a while now and I find this surprising because I feel like if I just glance behind me they'll still be babies, in nappies. It's hard to believe that Charlie, my eldest, is getting close to being a teenager. It's even harder to believe that I'm middle-aged. Or, at least, something very close to it.
My old blog got infected by Malware, whatever that is. I couldn't work out how to get rid of it, or how to remove the google alert that prevented people from visiting, so I decided to start a new one. I don't mind really, even though I won't have any visitors here for a while because nobody will know where I am and I haven't blogged for so long that nobody will be looking for me anyway...
I feel like I've moved to a new house both literally and blogphorically. And I like it. It's all clean and fresh and right now there's no dirt on the floor, no cobwebs in the corners and the bathrooms are all sparkly clean. I'm here all by myself, but that's okay. I can just enjoy finding my way around, finding places for different odds and ends, and I don't have to dress up, or brush my hair, or make conversation. I can slurp tea and dag around in my pyjamas.
But if you do happen to drop in that's okay too. I'll always be glad for some company.
