Word of the Day:
Australian. remarkable; wonderful.
Ugh. It is ten o’clock at night, and I’m too tired for this, but I’m a perfectionist who has to meet my commitments, and I have to write. Fair warning: This is likely to be terrible.
“Well, that’s just bloody bonzer!” I said, pulling my head out from under the hood.
“What?” said Jeremiah. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I have no bloody idea,” I said. “I never knew a thing about cars.”
“Well,” said Jeremiah slowly. “I don’t know much either.”
This was hardly a shocking fact: Jeremiah was nine years old. I sighed.
“Guess we’ve got to walk, then,” I said.
“Guess we’ve got to,” said Jeremiah.
Confession: That took me seven minutes, and it is the worst thing I think I’ve ever written. My deepest apologies. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow (maybe).