Eats, roots and leaves.

That's why you don't ask Mr Wombat to dinner. Coz he ....

I didn't start this post intending to make an off-colour punctuation joke.

I started writing about roots, as in the putting down thereof, after driving home from Megan's house this afternoon; turning the corner down another natural avenue of peppermints; and asking myself the question: 'How can I ever leave?'.

Well I just don't think I can.

I think I'll be here... forever. Careful, careful! Last time I felt so smug was when I said;
"I'll be teaching bellydance at the Bugsplat Family Centre twice a week, forever".

And look what happenned to my knee.
That reminds me. Kneeews is knot so good. Knuff said.

I will be going to CitySplat soon, and then again, soon-ish to Hometown. I hope to gather fresh perspective from these trips away. I want to haunt myself again.