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I was too busy.
Too busy unpacking from the weekend.
Too busy taking The Geege to the Emergency Department to have his ankle checked out*. Fortunately it isn't broken. Unfortunately he is on crutches and 'non-weight baring'.
Too busy discovering that our chickens can now fly and had escaped from our back yard. But I was too busy to deal with that little issue (I did spot them over the back fence and knew they were safe) because I had to pick Doo Dah up from school and head back to the hospital to have his cast removed from his arm.
Too busy meeting up with my oldest friend for coffee and cake (Thank God for old friends) and then buying our new cook top.
Too busy taking care of the patient and whipping up Thai curry before picking up the kids from school and daycare and heading into the usual night-time routine. Unaided by the Geege who is a prisoner on the couch.
Too busy to celebrate my birthday.
I had the day off work on my birthday but it wasn't to have any fun. I was too busy for fun**.
* He informed me 65kms into the North Face 100 that he had a 'bit of a sore ankle'. He completed the race (in just under 22 hours) and, to be honest, after waiting up all night for him, I couldn't get into bed fast enough when we arrived back at our house in Blackheath that I didn't even think to put some ice on his foot. He awoke with a lovely bruise. And then this morning, he couldn't stand on it!
** With the exception of spending time with my family and seeing the gorgeous Trace.