Four Years Ago…

Four years ago, I was driving an ancient, rattling rustbucket, had big plans of flying the nest and used to drag myself kicking and screaming off for a daily jog.


I’m 98.999999% sure I was sporting a bad haircut.


I’m very sure of this because in my younger days I was Queen of Bad Haircuts. My bad haircuts rocked this world to its lava-filled foundations.


But this post isn’t about me.

It’s about this little guy.


My pal. My mate. My chum.

My partner in all forms of mischievous organised crime.


Four years ago, my crime partner was two-years-old.

This is what his cheeky little face looked like.


This is what his cheeky little face looks like now.





See the resemblance?


Even back then my chum was up-to-date with all the latest technology.


He was and is a fearless snake charmer.


And could fence like nobody’s business.

Please note the clenched fist.

Whatever you do, don’t mess with a fencer’s clenched fist.


Nothing much has changed. Except that I now drive an ancient, relatively rust and rattle free car, I have since skydive out from the mother tree, and my runners have entered early retirement.

I’m a tradie now. My exercise regime is 24/7.


Things with my buddy haven’t changed much either.

He’s still a tradie after my own heart.

Still beats me at hand-to-hand wrestling.

And still pulls the kind of faces I need an interpreter for.

You may have noticed.


He is a pretty regular face puller on this blog of mine. Anyone would think I birthed the kid myself the way he pops up in 89% of my posts.

I have no idea how that happens by the way.

None whatsoever.


All that aside though, there is one thing that has remained completely and utterly the same.

We’re still partners in all forms of mischievious organize crime.


By the way. This is Mama Bear.

She’s really the one who gave birth to my little chum.

Just thought I’d clear that up.

She’s also Super Woman.

I know because I found her Super Hero suit in her wardrobe.

She doesn’t know I know, if you know what I mean.

Which brings me to another thing…


This is my little sister.

I don’t think you’ve met her, so let me make the introductions.

Everyone, this is Anna. Anna, this is everyone.

If I was ever the Queen of Bad Haircuts, Anna is definately, absolutely the Queen of Drama.


And she definately, absolutely does not get it from me.

Just thought I’d clear that up.

xx The Girl in Trousers

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