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Life went on fast forward again today. I really must get that remote control fixed.

The only thing I can really report here is that my email went kaput for a day and I think it's fixed now. If you sent a message and it bounced, please try again.

The other thing I can report (since email is hardly the stuff you want to hear about) is that I overdosed on junk food today. Yes, I know this is lifechanging and deep stuff.

Tomorrow is another recovery day where I am gentle on myself and read muchly. Also maybe eat less junk food.

For someone whose life is on fast forward, I really don't have much to say. I rather suspect this is because the fast-forwarding is mainly other peoples' news.

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The kitchen table is full of the remnants of a visit to the Melbourne show.

There is a bracelet from the police remembrance day showbag and a poster with a timeline of Melbourne history. There's a copy of Readers' Digest and an orange. There are two fridge magnets, demanding we insert photos. There is a rather good Herald-Sun recipe leaflet. There is a full kilogram of cashews and a chocolate showbag, waiting for its owner to eat from it. There is a container of beeswax handcream and three cards with samples of merino and dorset wool. Also, there is complete set of screws to prevent anyone from stealing a numberplate from my mother's car.

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Did I forget to say that everyone can stop avoiding me? I'm off the high levels of cortisone until after Conflux and I am no longer rampantly confessional. My family is so happy!