The ache you don’t expect…

I feel as though I’ve been hoofed quite squarely in the vadge by an irate 7 tonne moose.


In other news… we’re off to the Indaba this weekend. Am not looking forward to hours of walking around with two grannies-to-be and the father of my child but it must be done. Apparently, the specials are awesome (although the “show specials” listed on the site are anything but inspiring).

If the moose damage hasn’t cleared by then (and I doubt it will as it is has been a constant condition of varying levels of ache over the past few months), I’m going to probably demand to be ferried around in a trolley.

And update will follow including any outstandingly interesting shit we find and pictures of me in a trolley. I promise, no photographs of prams.