300 Days of Rachael
It’s Rachael! The dancing dancing baby!
We were busy packing things into boxes for our move to Munich, whilst listening to one of Sarah’s old jazz tapes (an audio cassette): Reece: I don’t think I like this kind of jazz. Reece: It sounds like 3 people playing 3 different songs at once. Sarah: Yeah. They are. Sarah’s tape was certainly a mix. At one point it […]
Crack out the punchbowl and try to use up the champagne from our engagement party – it’s Reece’s 27th Birthday!
Sarah does engagement invitations after decorating the Christmas tree!
So I take my lasagne out of the oven and it’s not cooked all the way though…
This is what a 6.2km run looks like on the winter body. McCallum much?