The boys snore when they sleep. This forced my hand, and at some point in the night, I surrendered to the annoyance of dual snorage, and rolled myself into the car parked next to our tent. Door closed. Windows up. The uneven tap-dance of gently falling drizzle upon the roof. Not the most comfortable of sleeps, but far from unpleasant ( Read more... )

It was due to occur, eventually. the dreaded v-word. Vacation. I'm not the biggest fan of 'em. Don't know what to do with 'em. But there I was, in Adrian's car, with John in tow, and we were on the Princes Highway, heading south, with our minds pointed firmly towards reaching Bateman's Bay. Before us there was but highway, blue skies (dotted with ( Read more... )

( The Lies of Locke Lamora )