The week that was.

I've started to wonder if I will ever write a well-constructed blog post again, and I think the answer is: not while Fixit is off work. Too distracting. However. He has taken himself off for a therapeutic motorbike ride to visit his parents' little home-away-from-home in the mountains, and I will be single-parenting until Thursday. So I think I can manage a quick update now, but only if I limit myself to the show-and-tell style post. Fixit goes back to work on Monday (fingers crossed that he'll be okay) and maybe then I will get my act together. Maybe. Can't promise anything. Depends a bit on my neck as well, sitting at the computer tends to aggravate it.

On with Show and Tell.

Here is my proud Cherub doing his first ever Home Reader with me.

I like to jump.
I jump up.
Bump!
I have a lump.

He read it very well indeed, doing excellent sounding out. Then he read it about 20 more times, just 'cos he could. He especially needed to read it to the big brother.

This is him filling out the paperwork afterwards...



...which I am mostly showing to you so you can see the pretty purple glass bead bracelet that my visiting Mother gave me as an early birthday present.

Gorgeous, isn't it? Here's a close-up.

Oh and here's the new teapot and the teapot giver. Sadly they are both not quite in focus but you can't have everything. I don't want to hear any nagging from the We Know Your Life Is Crappy At The Moment But We Don't Care Just Show Us Your New Teapot Brigade. (You know who you are.) Wedgewood, designed by Vera Wang.


What else?

Oh yes, I finally got to the Comedy Festival. I took the Climber to a show at the Melbourne Museum where 3 comedians took us round the bugs, the dinosaurs and the underwater bit and told as many jokes as they could, interwoven with the occasional fact. It was completely ace to go out with the Climber, such a nice little companion. I now have a new celebrity crush on Andy Muirhead who was by far the funniest. Funny AND good-looking, gotta love that. Somehow he managed to fire off a large number of risque jokes without the kids in the audience cottoning on, I think that's a skill. Although Climber informed me later that he understood that referring to the Insect Display as The Buggery was in fact rude. Clever boy. Where would he have heard the phrase Bugger, I wonder?



On Sunday Jenny, Astrid and I went to see Denise Scott's show (an adaptation of her book - an excellent read which I recommend). I love Denise Scott. Her encore was a comedy tap-dance. The girls and I then went out to dinner at a nice Japanese place on Bourke Street. We had a bonus celeb spot while we ate too, Kram, eating at the same place and looking unmistakably like himself. Not quite as exciting as Fixit's celeb sighting last week, he saw Dylan Moran (Blackbooks etc) shambling down Brunswick Street.