The Boy

The boy on the right of the picture is our nephew Taylor, who has been a blip a few times before.

G and I were at Perth Concert Hall tonight to see the wonderful Gregory Porter.  I bought him two tickets for his Christmas, as he is a huge fan.  I'm really not a fan of Jazz, but I do like GP, and although I personally think the saxophonist and drummer kicked the flippin' arse out of it, I really enjoyed the evening.

We met up with Judy and Phil, G's sister and brother-in-law, and after dropping them off we came home, turned on the telly, and spotted nephew Taylor in the audience of this TV show! 

Today's downside: I had an appointment at a clinic today following my broken wrist last year.  I've apparently got osteoporosis!  What a bloody shocker - even my 88 year old mother has got stronger bones than me! 

I got out of bed this morning feeling like a woman in her fifties (well, at the extreme end of the decade at least!), and tonight I am retiring to my kip feeling like an old, fragile, doll! 

Bloody hell, life is not for softies eh?