Bloody hell!

Well. After destroying the Cats last week it seemed the premiership really was a cake walk.

We travelled 200km North of Broome to Cape Leveque for the long weekend with friends. Tracey and I thought that seeing one of has to loose we may as well be somewhere nice to help cope with it.

First she thought she had lost, then I thought I had lost, then she thought she had lost, then I thought I had lost, then we both thought we had lost.

Then we had to drive back to Broome together.

Now we have to do it all again. I think this time I'll just go next door to the RSL.

Carn the Pies!

(Thank you all for your cruel text messages!)