Shit happens, you move on.
After my poor, poor pitiful me post of last night, I'm feeling better. Nothing like a good whinge - must be the Pommie in me. Speaking of Poms, if ever there was a reason to annihilate the British aristocracy, the F*****g Fulfords (TV show a la The Osbournes) would cement the case.
BM and I are off into the wilds of New South Wales today. Meeting up with some friends at a quaint country pub at Gunning tonight, then on to see my mother and take her out for her 83rd birthday on Sat night, then down to the nation's capital, Canberra, for a couple of days. Back home Tuesday.