I have read Ruby's blog and have been persuaded to write one of my own. Maybe an uninspiring reason to start a literary career. At least there is a spell checker.
Ruby was attacked by a killer whale or some such aquatic mammal over the weekend in the catlins.
her Catlins are fine but she has a bad case of PMT which requires multiple bars of chocolate. Clearly the inspiration for harry Potter's dementors. I have a doctor friend in Scotland who claims to be JKs gynaecologist and he assures me she has wicked PMT, so I think that proves my point. He also claims to have been abducted by aliens but as I cant prove he hasnt been I will have to reserve judgement on his credibility.
The last time Ruby and I went to the Catlins it was winter and we went for a swim. The water was so cold that my bones ached and the old couple who live across the road from the beach and sell jam to tourists made us a cup of tea thinking we would drown or die of hypothermia.
Our designated driver ran over road cones in the hired car, and tried to cross the Clutha over the old bridge!
I have been on call for about 4 days in a row and my neurones have given up synapsing, so really this is a silly time for my inaugural blog.
Anyway I have to go to sleep now just in case any more babies decide they want to be born on a holiday. My eldest brother has his birthday today. As I grew up I always assumed that it was just another way that the eldest got everything, while the other 15 kids were left fighting over the scraps.
Now I know it is true.
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