For most of my early childhood one of my best friends was Leigh. Leigh, Sally and I were inseparable and all of our families were really good friends. The three families went swimming together every Friday night, had fondue nights and even took holidays up to Barrington Tops together.
Then at the end of year five Leigh and her family moved to Melbourne. Sally and my families took a holiday in year six to go and see them, and then one or two more trips in subsequent years. We lost contact when we were about 14.
I just meet up with her again via Facebook - and our relationship has picked up right where it left off at age 14. She is still the kid I remember as being my best friend in year five. We are just a lot older now.

It is weird how years apart seems to end some relationships where in others it doesn't change a thing.

This is a fantastic article about Capgras Syndrome, which is where people believe that their family and friends have been replaced by impostors.
Can you imagine how scary that must be?

From the Sydney Morning Herald

A Venezuelan man who had been declared dead woke up in the morgue in excruciating pain after medical examiners began their autopsy.

Carlos Camejo, 33, was declared dead after a highway accident and taken to the morgue, where examiners began an autopsy only to realise something was amiss when he started bleeding. They quickly sought to stitch up the incision on his face.

"I woke up because the pain was unbearable," Camejo said, according to a report on Friday in leading local newspaper El Universal.

His grieving wife turned up at the morgue to identify her husband's body only to find him moved into a corridor - and alive.

Congratulations to Damian, Sam and Miles on the birth of their daughter and baby sister this morning at 1:17am. Damian describes her as "a big one, 10 pound 1...with a full head of red hair."

As yet, she is unnamed which I believe is due to Sam being convinced that she was having a boy.

Welcome to the world, little one.