Regrexit

Because hindsight, at today's exchange rate, is still 20/20

Whoops! I thought that we was voting summink different innit;

I didn’t know we’d really take the EU and, like, bin it.

For sure I thought the ‘Leave’ vote would add up to less than half;

I only voted ‘Leave’ ‘cause my mates dared me for a laugh.

That Nigel bloke said immigrants was stealin’ British jobs;

I didn’t know that Nigel is the king of racist nobs.

He said we’d save some money that could save the NHS;

There’s more to this than what he might’ve said (or not) I guess;

‘Cause now the Pound is down and our financial future’s drab;

But most importantly: CAN I STILL GET A CHEAP KEBAB?

Quease-issimo

A bizarre phenomenon from the Big Boot

As many of my millions of readers are aware, I experienced the first eight weeks of my current pregnancy in Italy and Malta. This time 'round, my morning sickness was much more severe than last (I still didn't chuck though - I've forgotten how to), and the worst was in Sicily, Malta and Pompeii. Our sight-seeing was curtailed a little as a result, but I soldiered on as well as I could on most days, not wanting to miss out on Important Roman Ruins and island cruises.

Incidentally, if you are already nauseous and someone offers you a cheap day cruise around Malta on a hulking great rust-bucket from the middle ages and the swell is about a metre and a half, turn them down politely. That was a loooong day. And I must apologise to my father, who called me on that day to congratulate us on our recent expecting-ness and ask how I was feeling. My end of the conversation consisted mostly of "Brrrrgh", "Mm" and "Just a sec - no, I'm ok...". Sorry, Pa.

Now to the point. Once we returned to Sydney, the nausea was fading, but still not completely gone. It always returned, however, when I saw, heard or recalled anything Italian. Walking past a pasta restaurant made me clutch my stomach. Chatting to girlfriends about shoe-shopping in Florence made me burp. And I had to take a few deep breaths before I entered the new "Quattro Stagione" deli in my neighbourhood.

Spooky stuff.

Ooh - that reminds me - now that I'm starting to get a belly, I should post a belly shot. Stay tuned.

Get me a bucket.

Nothing ate us; 'twas just a hiatus

Back from the dead... or at least from Europe
I think I've just broken my record for the longest stretch of time not spent typing anything. My excuses are as follows:
1. Babies know when you're looking for an internet cafe, and choose those moments to express their hunger, sleepiness or general disgruntledness
2. When trying to squeeze as much sight-seeing as possible between breakfast, morning nap, lunch, afternoon nap and dinner, one doesn't put Blogging at the top of one's priorities.
3. I'm a slack beeyartch.

One of these days I will post a few highlights and lowlights from our three-month jaunt through France, Italy, Croatia and Malta. But not today. I've got more important things to tell you. And I haven't sorted out my photos yet.