Sometimes your weekend contains more than one bloggable quote.
This was one of those weekends.
There was this one from the Tall Accountant on his changing dietary habits in middle age:
I’m hovering at the apex point of chips.
For the record, fast food burgers have already gone over the edge, but a decent thin crust pizza is still well within the safety zone.
And then from Friday evening, while descending the back of Table Mountain on a Cub sunset hike, a little voice (7 or 8 years old) piped up from just behind us:
My Dad’s nickname for my Mum is ‘Sparklepuss’.
Ok then. Out of the mouths of babes, eh?