Nell bought the boys a Doctor Who magazine pack, complete with some badges and a bow-tie, which were immediately snaffled by Cherub. We then had to find him a collared shirt to wear with the bow-tie - I don't think he's ever worn a collared shirt before - and as he admired his reflection in the mirror he commented I look like an important person. Quite.
We harvested our very first eggplant this weekend. We ate it over 2 days: half of it went in with the lamb roast and the other half we tried grilled. Verdict - quite nice. I don't think I'm a big fan of eggplant but I don't mind it either. I was wondering if growing our own would tip the scales in favour, but suspect it would take a bit more cooking effort/knowledge on my part. Climber gamely tried some, but we gathered he didn't much like it after watching him swallow it with his face screwed up, and we didn't even offer it to The Fussbudget aka Cherub. I doubt I would have liked eggplant at their age.
In other news, I took the boys shoe-shopping today, because their old ones were so dilapidated as to be embarrassing. I should really have taken a photo of Climber's old pair of [allegedly] white Dunlop Volleys, just to record how atrociously soiled, battered and holey they were, but the instant I'd handed over the money for the new ones I made Climber put them on whilst I dropped the smelly old shoes unceremoniously into a Shopping Centre Bin. Climber, who becomes very attached to his belongings, was slightly stricken at the thought of his old shoes languishing away in the garbage, but he is quite mature these days and only needed to take one last sad look at them in the rubbish before philosophically and physically moving on.
Anyway, it's official. Climber, at the ripe old age of 10, and I are now able to share shoes.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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