Isn’t life funny? You always run into people you don’t wanna meet, but NEVER bump into those you would like to see.


I love you to the moon and back

by Sam McBratney

©1994 Sam McBratney

Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.

“Guess how much I love you,” he said.

“Oh, I don’t think I could guess that,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.

“This much,” said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. “But I love YOU this much,” he said.

Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.

“I love you as high as I can reach.” said Little Nutbrown Hare.

“I love you as high as I can reach,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.

Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.

“I love you all the way up to my toes!” he said.

“And I love you all the way up to your toes,” said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.

“I love you as high as I can HOP!” laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.

“But I love you as high as I can hop,” smiled Big Nutbrown Hare – and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.

That’s good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that.

“I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river,” cried Little Nutbrown Hare.

“I love you across the river and over the hills,” said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That’s very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.

“I love you right up to the MOON,” he said, and closed his eyes.

“Oh, that’s far,” said Big Nutbrown Hare. “That is very, very far.”

Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night.

Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, “I love you right up to the moon – AND BACK.” ♥

tiny feet

It’s nice coming home and finding a tiny baby asleep on the sofa, wearing one of the onesies I bought for him 🙂 I love the tiny feet, tiny hands, peaceful face. I’m in love with my little nephew! I can’t wait for him to grow up a little though, so I can play with him proper. ♥

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curse of the eMCee

6.00am – alarm rings. snooze button.

6.05am – alarm rings again. Tests nose out. Ok. Blocked. But shouldn’t be a problem surviving work today. Let’s go!

6.10am – shower.

6.25am – breakfast.

6.40am – sits and stones in front of laptop. Feels like shit. Still makes an effort to get ready for work.

6.50am – brushes teeth.

7am – sits and stones some more. Eyes are burning.

7.10am – one last attempt. Dries hair.

7.15am – succumbs and tells mum that she’s taking MC.

Good morning night world. Being sick sucks. I’m having a good hair day some more. And I just took MC last Friday.