Week 410: PB Coach

C has really got the hang of empathy appeals lately. The other day, when we’d run out of bagels so I couldn’t give him one for breakfast he said “How would you like it mum, if I ruined your birthday?” and I said “mate, it’s not ya birthday” and he said, emotionally, “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK?!?!?!”. Can’t imagine where he gets this incredibly dramatic personality from. I drank two bottles of (very nice) wine with Nina on Thursday. We definitely talked about you. All of you. The saga of the power cable is over - one of my colleagues left and I nicked theirs. It’s slightly soiled but the electrons flow through it just fine. If it seemed like I zoned out in a conversation we were in recently I was probably just thinking about the pattern maths required to fit a sewing pattern to my torso. I’ve done it now so I am once again at peace. We had a birthday party for wee-man this week. High point was Lachie telling all of Chaz’s friends it was now time for them to try to throw wet sponges at him,…