Spring.

Team Crarf Camp, aka Suse and Janet, has invited me for another gatecrash this weekend. Luckily Mr Fixit is a very nice person and does not mind me deserting the family, even though it will be Father's Day and technically you'd think he'd assert his right to a nice long motorbike ride in this gorgeous spring weather. I'm off Saturday afternoon, and am trying to get organised.

Meantime, round here I've had my nose stuck in The Hunger Games books which are brutally compelling and un-put-downable. The dark circles under my eyes are testament to that. Finished now. I did actually buy them with a view to trying them with Climber, but think he needs to wait a couple of years before tackling them; lots of people, [SPOILER] including quite young ones, die.

I bought a lovely cushion cover from Tiny Happy which looks perfect on our couch.



I've become obsessed with being completely up-to-date with the laundry now that it's sunny again, because of all the rainy days this winter; except now the Bureau of Metereology have announced it was actually a really warm and dry winter. Really?

We bought a second hand telly, a proper digital one and BIG at that, and now we're wondering why, after all the agony of dodgy reception via el cheapo set-top-boxes, we didn't get one sooner. Oh that's right, ye olde disposable income problem. Because there was nothing actually wrong with the old one exccept it was tiny and once you got the reception right, (minimum 5 minutes fiddling) NOBODY COULD MOVE! Me and my First World problems, but it was annoying.

The kids caught nits and I combed them all out again.

Fixit is still doing his journal (the paperwork proving he has competency in every single area of aircraft maintenance which must be filled-in before they accredit him) and I think there's some sort of illusion going on with it, no matter how much work he does on it, the end is never in sight.

My tap hall received some long overdue maintenance (a lick of paint) but the Maintenance People didn't bother to check with the Daily Running Of The Hall People so I walked in last Thursday night and had to spend 3/4 of an hour moving paint tins and drop sheets before I could set up for class.

The boys had their regular mates over last night, which suddenly and surprisingly turned into a dance session in the kitchen for the big boys who were trying to work out some hip-hop moves.



I'm not sure what the little boys were doing, but there was lots and lots of laughing coming from them.