I think modern day feminism is a stitch up. I don’t think it meant to be.

I’ve been trying to work out for some time now, how to do less. I’ll write a book about it one day… when I have more time. Hubby has already offered me a title “How to scrape by through life”. It’s a great name for a book that offers easy advice on how to do the bare fucking minimum in this season of life.

I’m a terrible criminal. Not that I’ve actively tried to be better. But every time in my life that I’ve done something wrong or illegal, I’ve been caught for it. Immediately.

There were some signs in hindsight that could have tipped me off. Changes in me that my mental health was slipping. Spiralling steadily downhill. Like a slinky down a staircase.

Life on the road has been busy. Today is our last day in Tassie. Here’s what we’ve been up to, in a nutshell.