Good lord, is that the time?

Oh look, it appears that I've moved on to monthly posts. How about that?

I'm now 33. And Barchie is now 1. And we had Christmas, on which day the drought broke, we had 50mm of rain and sleet, and now it's 30C again. Such is Tasmania.
Dad and Girlfriend of two months got engaged. As he said, at their age they can't afford to wait around. Fair point, although he's only 55 and she's 45. Don't really think death's knocking, but not for me to judge. Good on them, and all. Should be a fabulous weddding. Somewhat of a big party, from what I hear. Would like the boys to be there, because it's an important milestone, but would also like to kick up my heels a little (well, sit at a table laughing like a hyena with my aunts, actually) and not be constantly keeping an eye on what havoc they are causing.
Lets see whether my desire to be a no-rules fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants mother wins out over my desire to drink champagne.
Probably be pregnant by then, mind you, meaning no champagne and in fact interruption of ceremony by loud retching noises and running from room. Although if they are having it in a garden it will save me time.....Must enquire.