Hello, I’d like you all to meet Mr. Fox aka George Clooney. It’s not every day that you can say you have George Clooney wrapped around your finger. I don’t usually name my jewellery, but I just couldn’t help myself. I bought him yesterday at the Good Friday Markets up at Redcliffe. My friends and I have been going every year for the past seven years. Since Grade 12, when we started getting licenses and driving places just because we could. It’s not that the markets are particularly good (the event is very family oriented and the stalls are very predictable), it’s just tradition. We have the day pretty down pat: browse markets, watch the sky diving Easter Bunny get stampeded by chocolate-crazed children, fish and chips for lunch, walk back to the markets (via the jetty) to pick up any items that we might have been umming and ahhing about, and then the most important activity of the day: sno cones! This year was quite bittersweet, as it will be the last one for one of the girls, who is moving to London for the next two years (I helped her get a blog started last night and I’m sure it’s going to be fabulous). All I know is, next year it just won’t be the same. At least I’ll have George Clooney to console me.
P.S. Excuse my scaly hands. I do know what moisturiser is, don’t worry.