You make me feel like dancing

... amongst other things.

Haha- i don't know where to start. Maybe with possums. There are possums eating my corriander. And gangs of turkeys- them wild ones that aren't bottled and sold to party people sydney siders. Wild turkeys pooping in my yard.

Well not my yard. The yard of the cottage that we now reside in.

Address number 4 in the last just-over-a-year or so;

13somethingsomething Across the road from Nannas, Maungaturoto Northland New Zealand.

Mmm i sometimes narrate stories while driving but now that i'm sittin here- i'm drawing blanks bro's.

How to summarise the hurricane of the last however many years its been... beats me. I need sleep!

Haha i promise there's a real blog coming here sometime haha hold your breaths!! And when you're unconscious from lack of oxygen u won't know. I lied to you. ;)