All in the stars

Bible of a 14 year old Peregrine

When I was a teenager, the horoscopes in the back of my coveted ‘Just Seventeen’ magazines provided all the guidance and answers I needed to satisfy my hormonal angst; when will I meet my future husband, will Tracy ask me to her party, will I have 5 children or 6 when I “grow up”? I even bought a second hand copy of Linda Goodman’s Love Signs when I was about 14, which offered “love matches” between star signs – my friends and I would read it and compare notes, desperately calculating the star signs of our school friends, especially the hot guys on the football team.

I haven’t had any interest in star signs since my early teens and am very sceptical when it comes to anything of the mystic world (though I have a very spooky tale to tell you one day about a friend who went to see a psychic) and have no idea whether Linda would say that my Libra and the Sticky Man’s Pisces are a good match or not.

However, every now and then I glance over the horoscope section in my cheap magazines and smile at how just about *anything* can be read in to the little two sentence prediction. So it was with some amusement when I read this in the back of my latest magazine;Librans are facing a period of upheaval in their domestic, professional and emotional lives, everything will seem calmer after the 10th and a visit to the ocean can help re-balance your Libran scale.

Well! If there are any other Librans reading – have you been having a tumultuous time of late?

As you may have gleaned from my extended absence, the Peregrine household is indeed facing a period of “upheaval”. I started a new job 3 weeks ago, subsequently little Pepi, who had happily been looked after by my friend for the past year, is now being looked after by a new child minder and, 3 days in, is not exactly loving it, unless a tight, vice-like grip around the Sticky Man’s neck and crying “cuddles, Daddy stay” means she is having a ball?

We received a letter from our letting agent advising us our rent would be increased by $30 a week, our response to which has been a pretty swift two-fingered salute and we are moving on. Onwards and upwards (or southwards, in reality) to Hilsborough to a more modern, hopefully warmer house. Our new letting agent however, has a rather unorthodox manner of conducting business, via text. Her latest; “hv u spoke 2 landlord bout keys” – verbatim. The Sticky Man walked about with a face like a slapped arse all of last weekend when it seemed this text loving agent had waltzed off with our $3000 bond/deposit/fees. It appears all is now ok and we move on the 10th – oooh, just when things are “supposed to seem calmer.” And we’re heading to a friend’s bach in the Coromandel in a few days, so my Libran scale can be rebalanced… I may help it along with a few glasses of pinot noir.

So – bear with me folks, as I struggle to post frequently in the midst of this “upheaval.” I am happy to see that many of you are still popping by to check I haven’t disappeared in to the ether. I should be making the most of Pepi’s nap time and carry on packing, but I think I will make a cuppa and read some of your lovely blogs.

In other news; my folks arrive from in 3 weeks’ time, which we are all very excited about. I think we have confused Pepi somewhat. Having thought that Grandma and Grandad lived in the phone or on the laptop, we had a chat this morning and I asked her where she lived, to which she dutifully chirped “Nu – zeeeee – lun” and when I asked where Grandma and Grandad live, she replied “plane.”

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