Constitution of Ox’s us Grant Boys

He looked daze at me this morning in the hall, wet hair, a mouthful of vegemite toast. I looked dazed at him, wet hair, mouthful of vegemite toast. 7am.

Then he turned and headed out the front door for work. I'd been up since... well, I hadn't exactly been to bed. Good luck with that.

At the very least, it means he's been thinking about it. He’s got to say something, right. Oops, at the very least.