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At 3am my mum awoke, as she often has on November 13th, and thought I was pushing about now.

We all slept until 7:45 and then only woken by Ella's morning are you awake and can I come for a cuddle whistle. I then sat up in bed and unwrapped extremely thoughtful gifts from my man, my girls and my parents.

We got showered and dressed and had a lovely time at our local farmer's market. I went to take photos and thought why is the lens shadowed? and realised that I had left the battery in the charger.



We came back and Ella make pikelets for breakfast.

I went to Spotlight and bought some lovely liberty like fabrics.


A dear friend stopped by with a gift.

The four of us went bowling.


We cooked dinner together and Geoff cooked his first ever cake alone - aside from the girls assistance in licking the mixers!

The girls are in the bath and soon my man and I will snuggle on the couch with another glass of wine and some rubbish tv.



Today I turned 42 and the only thing missing was a call from my brother. It's strange but it was the first thought I had when I woke. I opened my eyes, realised that I wouldn't get that call this year and I lay there remembering the sound of his voice and how every year I'd answer the phone and he'd say Happy Birthday Torie. I have/had three brothers, but he's the only one that always called me.