Blogging means I make amazing friends.

When I started blogging, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I know that I loved reading blogs by other women, blogs that meant I didn’t feel quite so alone.

I didn’t expect to make such good friends, and I have. Plus, I’m still making them every day.

Like minut’d’automne who lives in France with her twins.

This morning a box arrived at my front door and I was thrilled. I mean, look how it’s packaged!

(never mind the disembodied hand, that’s Isaac)

Isn’t it beautiful?

I felt like a kid at Christmas actually, rummaging through a box, discovering treasures through the whole thing.

There were books – lots of books.

As well as some french caramels (probably the reason the box was searched by quarantine, however, everything was deemed safe, thank goodness) a pair of pants for Isaac and a lovely top for Amy.

Plus lots of stickers, which Amy promptly claimed and stuck everywhere. Hehe. Isaac still has a glittery horse on his cheek that he hasn’t noticed. I can’t bring myself to peel it off.

So thankyou so so much. I love it and I’m looking forward to immersing myself in books for a while.

Blogging is fantastic. I’ve made amazing friends.

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While we’re talking about friends, I met with a bunch of Tasmanian twitterers last night for drinks and cheese (or, in my case, mineral water). That was good fun and I’m looking forward to hopefully doing it again another time, so that I can meet those people who couldn’t attend last night. You can see Mum’s recap blog post for that here as well as links to all the twitterers and their blogs.