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Showing posts with label If you catch me blogging tomorrow tell me to get on with the housework. Show all posts

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Are the holidays nearly over?

So much happening these holidays, so much I could blog about. But I'm exhausted. All I can manage are dot points. If I'm not too busy getting ready for the party this weekend, I may elaborate. In the meantime ...
  • My oven is fixed. We had a really nice electrician.
  • We went to see Thomas the Tank Engine Live On Stage yesterday, and I've decided I'm not an arena spectacular type of person.
  • The person responsible for the script of that show was punching above their weight.
  • The four of us went to the Royal Melbourne Show today and I had a juggling lesson and the instructor stole my watch (he slipped it back to Fixit without me suspecting a thing).
  • We've reached saturation point with all things train. (that'll only last a week, though)
  • Climber was so tired he emigrated briefly to the Land of Can't-Cope. He's back now, poor little sausage.
  • Cherub does not like the Dodgem Cars.
  • It's really hard to drive a Dodgem Car and comfort a crying child at the same time.