Awww Nic's what a lovely happy smile on big sister's face, dear little bubba awwww 
That's nice of them Deb and yes there are still kind people in the world.
it took me a while to walk down to my PC
but there you go Congrats NIc!
Evening Ladies 
Worked today, tennis tonight - not enough hours in the day. Excuse not replying to your various posts - will do so tomorrow.
I rarely C & P anything but just read an article I just had to share with you all. A long read (but only if you feel like it) but it sums up how I feel and wonder whether anyone else feels the same way lol lol
A wellness blogger has just had a wedding befitting this splendid age; this hectoring, demanding age of bodily perfection.
Guests were asked to fly to Thailand. Then to kindly rise at dawn for yoga. Then to partake of celery sticks and water and a multitude of “clean foods” at the reception. This meant delightful and yearned-for foodstuffs like roasted brussel sprouts. The fortunate guests also had access to a vitamin juice station if they felt compelled to let their hair down. There was, of course, no alcohol. The bride was concerned about “bloating” – not only her guests’, but her own.
Give me dirty foods. Give me sunset cocktails and red wine and dripping red meat and rich, creamy sauces and chocolate fountains to drown in, especially if you’ve flown a long bloody way to attend said party, plus paid an enormous amount for the air ticket. Food that gives me pleasure, slipping and slurping and gulping and lip-smacking pleasure; food you can actually pronounce. Could people please stop hectoring me about what I should or should not be drinking/eating/doing?
Living can be extremely b***** delightful, actually, and I realise this the older I get and feel the urge to cram in the pleasure, cultivate and seize it. Often this involves imbibing death-bringers that the po-faced Wellness Police shrill we’re not meant to be imbibing.
Give me two recent books that sum up my attitude to the entire sanctimonious and extremely lucrative Wellness Industry. First up, the delightfully titled **** It: Do What you Love, which tells you to quit anything not making you happy. Then there’sThe Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a ****, about “how to stop spending time you don’t have with people you don’t like doing things you don’t want to do”. Amen to that. There’s exhilarating power in declaring “no”.
Oh bring on this new movement, please; let us roll out the carpet to the swinging of the pendulum. Pleasure is red lipstick at 79 and a speed boat at 90, sleeping in until midday and pyjamas until sunset, a burger with the lot and a Guylian chocolate (or two). Pleasure is mischievous and joyous and enthusiastic and warm; pleasure is life. I’m sick of all the females around me spending their daylight hours in gym gear and talking NutriBullets and quinoa. The deliciously wicked manual, How It Works: The Wife declares, “When a wife feels sad, she eats chocolate. Chocolate makes the wife happy. But eating chocolate makes her worry about her weight and her skin, which makes her feel sad. Still, there’s always chocolate…” Ah, first-world living, its paradoxes and cruelties, confusions and cons.
The human body has a great capacity for pleasure. Why deny that body its delicious delights, especially when it comes to the sense known as taste? Claude Monet declared, “I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure,” and what a sad indictment on living that was. The aforementioned wedding sounds like one long and gruelling endurance test that feels like one long and gruelling ad for a blog. And that, of course, is the way the world works these days – everything, no matter how private or intimate, must be considered for its potential as a promotional tool.
So, dear Wellness Blogger enamoured of your celery sticks, allow the rest of us, please, to dive into the messy, imperfect, scruffy and unpredictable real world, to lick it and love it, seize it and savour it. Here’s to the Australia Day weekend, if I may (which could possibly involve a sly little sickie tucked into it). Here’s to the last of the summer holiday sun and sunset drinks and barbies and the wondrous bounty of our Australian lives, please; here’s to snatches of indulgence with all its deep, deep pleasures, the bright blazing bliss of it.
Long day again tomorrow - roll on Wednesday
IF Maya will let you Nic 
Laney life is for living and doing what you enjoy
Flashie, I remember the Goosebumps books well,
morning all
