our relationship in a nutshell



Cut gyprock, beer, screw to frame, beer…


We’re building,  or rather, my aussie bloke is building an extra room. He is being taught by a friend, it’s obviously very hard work if they need this many beers.

I just hope my room turns out okay.

Needless to say, my kids aren’t playing in this area today. Its normally the activities room. Not a hint of safety precautions visible here.

News Mash: The evolution of human monogamy to ‘wedleases’

Wow… interesting concept. What happens when kids are involved/occur during the wedlease?

Anguished Repose

Spending ones life…

With one person?

That’s it?


At least…

When it comes to Science:

[via ScienceNews]Evolution of mammalian monogamy remains mysterious ~By Cristy Gelling

Why some mammalian species choose to spend their lives with the same mates has long baffled scientists — and will probably continue to do so as two new massive studies present contradictory results.

One group of researchers says monogamy evolved in primates to counter the threat of males killing babies to boost their siring success. The other team concludes that mammals, including primates, become monogamous when females live far away from one another.

The differences in the studies have raised eyebrows. “They do seem to be saying the opposite thing,” says Anthony Di Fiore, an evolutionary anthropologist at the University of Texas at Austin. “It’s interesting because they use very, very similar methods,” Di Fiore says.

The two groups also disagree on…

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camping – a streetcar named “bella!”

So this is a funny story… looking back.

My father was over from the UK, meeting my bloke for the first time.

We were camping and naturally, he drank lots of piss. By the end of the night he was the last man standing, or rather sitting, half awake on a camping chair.

So like the charming man he is, he decided that jumping onto the blown up mattress in our tent, and waking me and our sleeping baby up was a bad idea. Well perhaps that’s how his brain worked, you can never be sure. So, he found somewhere else to sleep.

Where better than the car boot.

Shortly after this, while all was quiet in the camping ground I hear, “Bella!” that’s me. Followed 30 seconds later by “Bella!” followed a minute later by CLUNK! He’d shut the car boot. It must’ve been pretty cold.

Given by the reduction in noise I assumed he was inside the car rather than outside, and frankly, at that point in time I was happy for him to stay there. I went back to sleep.

A few hours later, the sun now up, I went in search of him. I opened the boot to find him snuggled up under the dog blanket.

I left the boot open so that every passer by on their way to the toilet block could see who woke them up at 4am.

Luckily for him, my Dad was a pretty cruisey bloke and the whole saga didn’t really phase him.

I can predict the future

Last night as we sat outside in the setting sun, a wine in my hand a beer and a ciggie in his, we admired the frame he had spent the afternoon building, one step closer to that fourth bedroom.

Romantic, well no. The conversation turns to when the second wall will be built. “I’ll build it tomorrow”, he says.


[this is where I begin to predict the future]

“No you won’t.” I reply.

He looks confused. “I will” he says.

“Nup. You have a beer in your hand, we’re going over to the neighbours for a bbq tonight and you’re buggered. You’re gonna drink like a fish, you won’t eat any food cos you’ll fill up on beer, and you won’t go to bed until 2am. That wall, ain’t getting built tomorrow.”

No response.

The next morning I find him on the sofa, I hand him the baby and shout, “Renovating waits for no man!” and I head into our daughters room to paint. Sweet, sweet revenge for him trying to keep me up for a “yarn” at 1am last night.

He couldn’t get off the sofa except to venture out for a chilli bbq beef kebab.