Ok, this is the bit when you need to be comfortable, not holding hot liquids precariously close to a laptop or such. A couple of weeks ago I received word from Vic (who by this point was staying with friends in Brisbane) of a very sad nature. She was barely able to type the words, so filled with sorrow was she, to explain the terrible hot iron related event that caused the death of The Chicken Dress. Tragic times.
In fact, a similar fate befell the top I'm wearing in the picture above. Yeah that's right, that's me and Vic in 1999! (Don't ask about the fringe.) Anyway. What Vic and I have garnered from this tale is thus: The star that shines twice as bright, shines half as long. A sad truth.