P.S.

D made cown-bread last night. That's right people. Cown-bread. Of his own accord. Not only made it, but pontificated on its inherent goodness.

This is the man, that only a few years ago claimed to loathe the goodness that is cornbread in all it's gritty not sweet yet not savoury goodness. This is the man, that after I SLAVED for HOURS in the kitchen of his parent's house in GERO at CHRISTMAS (dear god) in 4 trillion degree heat making a roast turkey with cornbread stuffing (the cornmeal which I had to personally import from the US) and all trimmings in a house with no AC said "It's alright, but I'm just not a fan of cornbread...." (Don't worry, his mum slugged him for me.)

(Which I took very well considering that not only was it 4 trillion degrees with only trips to the beach to keep our brains from boiling in our skulls, but that we were staying through boxing day and already there was talk of not being able to leave back home for Perth until the end of the boxing day cricket match....which of course meant not only surviving a day of even higher temps, but of comatose cricket watching on tv. Thank god there was plenty of cold beer to self-medicate with.)