Hairpoo: Goopy stuff for washing your hair Noun
Thanks, Darlin.
The Natural Enemy of the Musician
The cobra and the mongoose. The ferret and the rabbit. Cat and Dog. Natural enemies, like BAGGAGE HANDLERS and MUSICIANS.
They got me again on the way back from Broome, from our St Patricks Day gig.
Audrey’s Gawdparents
We are honoured, lucky, and absolutely stoked to introduce to you Louise Thorpe and David Hodges, gawdamighty-parents of Audrey May Thorpe.
Womadelaide
Expedition to Adelaide for Womadelaide. None of this would have been possible wtihout fantastic support from Thorpes & Tylers (especially Karen & Dad & Judy).
Audrey stayed wedged in the backpack most of the time at the festival, under a pretty blue parasol. We went to Womadelaide during the most intense heatwave since records were kept in Adelaide. It was fabulous. Our festival pick: Mavis Staples, of course, by a dusty country mile.
As it turned out, the Womad trip had more in store for us than we could possibly have known. I cant write about this right now.
Family Brunch on The Parade
What a fab family we have.
Buncha stars.
Lucinda was not well, but Aunty Karen knew just what to do.
Actually, he’s also pretty good at Yoga.
Standing a bit.
Audrey scoots along edges, and likes to show off her standing up skills. She can now stand for 8 seconds or so by herself, without holding on to anything.
Sometimes.
Word of the Day (from Lucinda)
Dontasaur: Dinosaur
Lucinda the Girly Girl (for now)
These are all real quotes.
“My bum looks BIG in these jeans.” (looks in mirror)
“I am irritated with you when you leave the toilet seat up”
” I CANNOT find anything to wear (staring into wardrobe stuffed to bursting with clothes).”
Classic Lucinda, and true for he next five minutes
“You hurt my ideas. Never going to be your best friend again.”
