Eldest messing around with a balloon in our apartment in Barcelona. Not sure how he got the balloon past the front door, because I’m not a fan of the balloon. I do not welcome the balloon. Still, this one seems harmless enough.
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I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Ummmm…what’s wrong with the balloon?
I am not a balloon fan either. Urgh.
I *love* balloons – free hallway volleyball games until the inevitable happens.
Milly the dog loves ‘em too. One year for her birthday we let her into (the relatively safe-guarded) spare room and have her way with around 20 purple balloons.
I’m with Kath. I love the big ones too. Riding in them is magical. Such a gentle magic carpet like experience.