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I have eaten way too many pork and chive dumplings. They were very yummy dumplings - homemade with a chili-soy dipping sauce - but I ate way too many and now I feel a trifle ill.

I've had a very long day, but Mum has been safely delivered to the respite centre for the next two weeks. Before she got there, though, there was a lot of tooing and froing between the chemist, the supermarket and the post office; visiting dad's grave because it was his birthday yesterday and organising a new sim card for my old mobile phone so she could use it while she was in the hostel and all that.

Once I'd finished with mum I sat with the kids for my sister for a little while so she could run a couple of errands before they fly to Sydney tomorrow. Naturally they all decided that sitting on aunty Laylee and trying to squish her would be a fun thing to do. I've still got a headache from where little Miss T headbutted me. She's hella tough for a nearly two year-old.

And I finally got on the train to go home, what did I find? I didn't have a valid train ticket because the one I bought two weeks ago and didn't use had expired! Fortunately the conductor was sympathetic to my plight and didn't snark too much as he sold me another ticket. And at least I had the right change, unlike the guy in the seat in front of me who was buying a concession with a fifty dollar note.

Then I ate many pork and chive dumplings and now I feel like a dumpling. A dumpling with arms and legs. I think I'm just going to roll on into bed and think about everything else tomorrow.

I have eaten way too many pork and chive dumplings. They were very yummy dumplings - homemade with a chili-soy dipping sauce - but I ate way too many and now I feel a trifle ill.

I've had a very long day, but Mum has been safely delivered to the respite centre for the next two weeks. Before she got there, though, there was a lot of tooing and froing between the chemist, the supermarket and the post office; visiting dad's grave because it was his birthday yesterday and organising a new sim card for my old mobile phone so she could use it while she was in the hostel and all that.

Once I'd finished with mum I sat with the kids for my sister for a little while so she could run a couple of errands before they fly to Sydney tomorrow. Naturally they all decided that sitting on aunty Laylee and trying to squish her would be a fun thing to do. I've still got a headache from where little Miss T headbutted me. She's hella tough for a nearly two year-old.

And I finally got on the train to go home, what did I find? I didn't have a valid train ticket because the one I bought two weeks ago and didn't use had expired! Fortunately the conductor was sympathetic to my plight and didn't snark too much as he sold me another ticket. And at least I had the right change, unlike the guy in the seat in front of me who was buying a concession with a fifty dollar note.

Then I ate many pork and chive dumplings and now I feel like a dumpling. A dumpling with arms and legs. I think I'm just going to roll on into bed and think about everything else tomorrow.