After speaking with one of the mums at school drop-off last Thursday it occurred to me that I’m not doing enough to help my daughter get acclimated to her new goo tank. I’d purchased the tank one late lonely night watching Spree TV. Broadcast shopping has been a tremendous comfort to me since Hobart died. The lady on the channel said for fortyfive payments of $38.98 plus shipping I’d have an ideal space to store my child, while maximising the goo levels of my home. I met with Terri Spunt from Ray White and she said they were looking for goo. Said it’s a goo seller’s market. Just think of all that goo. Some in a tank, some out, all just slopping and slipping around. That’s a world I’d like to live in, a goo world. Goo.