Morning in Abernethy. Homemade jam (courtesy of Snook), black coffee, and sentient xylophone onesie.

Photographic proof that there are knitters with more embarrassing onesies than me!

What a sight on a cold and rainy night…

Having a beer in the fabulous Cessnock Hotel. Thus it begins.

I bought myself a pair on non-drugstore sunnies for the first time in my adult life. (Party like a rock star, kick a little ass…)

It’s definitely a Coloured Tights Day. GO THE BLUES! #tweetoforigin #nswrl #9jumpin

Happy Father’s Day, Dad! (The fact that I had just turned 13 explains the facial expression, I think.)

Just your average Sunday in Chippo, dismembering multiple computers.

Just said bye to the cutest baby there ever was. (Sorry, rest of humanity. It’s objectively true.)

Um, this is weird. What the hell?! @emd3737 @epdunne #oldphoto