We’re officially deep enough into the Half Lap that none of us know what day it is anymore, and Papa K and I have mastered the ‘two-finger steering wheel salute’ 🫡 to passing traffic…safe to say, I’m finally switching off and becoming one with the road (translation: I’ve stopped feeling the need to brush my hair and just proudly chuck a hat on every morning).
Glad to hear only slight damage and a great story. Life rolls on just like you will when Nigel is sorted.
Hope you escape Melbourne door episode quickly, your updates are just too good to be stuck back into city life. Keep going x