M'sieur Le Fix

Today is Mister Fixit's birthday which he celebrated by getting up at the crack of dawn and going off to work. Boy does that guy know how to party.

The only vaguely celebratory touch to his morning was the card from Climber which I left out on the kitchen table for him, because the card's artist/author is currently panning for gold and whizzing down enormous flying-foxes at his first ever school camp. This is him yesterday, waiting to go, and I only got slightly anxious as he left, mostly because he seemed to be hanging with the problem kid and the gifted kid (nice but demanding & exhausting) and also he sat on his own on the bus (behind those two) and it's a long drive to camp. But camp is, I suppose, about growing up and fending for yourself so I took my anxieties quietly home with me, only to find the spoon I should have sent for his yoghurt leering at me from the kitchen bench.


(the other boy in the photo is a nice friend whose mother is one of my best friends and occasionally reads here which is why I've included him)

Meanwhile, the only child and I overslept (well mostly me, Cherub says he was awake and waiting for me & the absent Climber to wake up; come and get me next time why don't you?) to 8.40am, which is 15 minutes past the time we've usually left for school. Yikes! Somehow we scrambled our way into arriving at school a mere 10 minutes after the 9 o'clock bell had rung, impressive what?

Tonight, Fixit and Cherub will have a little party together because I will be off teaching and Climber is away on camp, and I feel bad about this so I am baking buttermilk spice cake. All is forgiven when you bake buttermilk spice cake.

And in other news Fixit and I are in the process of trying to do the sort of kickarse job application letter which is, we hope, the solution to these woes. I don't want to be too specific on this here blog, but we need a cover letter that would be able to bypass the recruitment company employed to weed out the 80% of duds and pass on the cream to the actual employer. And when I say Fixit and I are working on this application, I actually mean us AND some friends and family, who have willingly come to our aid with extremely helpful advice and actual rewrites. Thank you thank you, beautiful people (and your husbands).

I leave you with evidence of the hailstorm we had yesterday...



... and pictures of Mister Fixit's birthday present.



It's clothes again of course. I am wholly responsible for his fashionisto pretensions, and although you wouldn't believe how hot he looks in a pair of overalls, I am sure that these shirts would be a much better option for being seen out in public. The boys are giving him the Transformers shirt, natch.