Charged home, kept left for once, ended on loose sand with br wheels spinning madly – I was singing Mary Poppins’ song br supercalifragilisticexpialidocious at the top of my voice, br felt delighted in trying to be the biggest road hog br br Had my fill of bullies railroading me off on the line, made up for br every time my beloved hesitated in charging ahead, watching br others going to the front of him; today I’m mad with joy, jasmine br is blooming – I had to translate a short document that can br br Influence language acts and their application in South Africa; br added a photo of my daughter and son to Blogspot, even br the face of my Big Bro, all the people I love and do not fear – br not even their anger, especially Nici – always on my side br br Even though she likes to sound like my biggest critic; I know br I can trust my family to understand my fears and happiness – br tears and sadness – and my Big Bro to help me express the br inexpressible!br br Margaret Alice Secondbr br