Archive for January, 2013
House husband part 5 – Contagious
I get cold sores. When I was younger they were more frequent, maybe five a year. Now I get two, maybe three. It riles me there is no cure. I feel ugly with a cold sore. I can’t kiss Kristine and when the scab forms, it seems bolted on for about a week.
House husband part 5 – Nothing exceeds like excess
Finding work in the current climate was always going to be competitive but I was unprepared for reality. Packing the car for a two day break at Yamba in northern New South Wales, the answers I’d received during that horrid phone call about the disappearing job kept replaying in my mind.
