I remember a night at home, alone.  I lived at the time on Turbot Street in Brisbane, in an apartment I could hardly afford.  I received a text – Nadia wanted to go out drinking.  I agreed.  Hours later we were at Rics in the valley.  I was drunk and wandering.  I went upstairs and saw my friend Kane.  I said hello to him and asked how he was.  The girl next to him, mishearing, answered and said she wasn’t all that great.  I asked her why, and then about nine years later we were married.

-17 June 2017

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