This Anzac day just gone, I was once again honored to be able to march in the annual Anzac day parade.



Not that I have fought in any wars, but my Grandpa sure has, he served in New Guinea as a part of the 13th Field Regiment in World War II. Gramps' failing sight means that he needs a guide in the parade, and both my brother Andrew and I were lucky enough to share this role. I wrote a fairly long piece about this last year, so I won't expand bore you by regurgitating pretty much the same stuff, except to say its easy to feel a bit 'unworthy' in the company of these blokes who did so much against the odds.



Pregnancy is ticking along, and we have now entered trimester 3. Its almost time for action stations. At least it would be if we could ever sell our bloody fricken house. It's tough I tell you, the bloody thing consumes our thoughts and conversations constantly. With a deadline rapidly approaching, we have slashed the price so hopefully a buyer will come out of the woodwork.

Fingers crossed!