I’m exhausted. Possibly because I’ve spent the past month trying to pick up women. I know. WEIRD. And Brad – my husband – has been completely unhelpful.
You see when I left Brisbane in January I also left behind a group of fabulous girlfriends. My tribe, as I like to call them. We understood each other. Had each other’s back. And could ring each other during Masterchef with a crisis and know our calls would not be screened. (Now that’s friendship).Continue Reading