I’m back and I’m also totally lost. I need to work out where I was up to in my astounding narrative. It’s Zoë’s fault. I caught her on the phone to her father, singing him a silly. It took me right back to when I caught her singing the silly to Rudolph (he of the pink nose). Zoë had made up her mind.
Rudolph hasn’t met Nick yet. Nick will hate him on sight. I can’t possibly have a boyfriend who my son hates.
Anyhow, while Zoë and I were magicking away, Belinda did a bit of work to find GG. I know I’m usually scathing about Lin’s recipe project, but this time it produced the goods. It really did. We found out something about being Jewish in Australia prior to the 1940s. Something that shocked our socks off. Horrifying in a quiet, householdly way.
Lin has also, in her ineffable way, divin
