JAMES:
At the risk of turning this into a blog of infestation, I thought I would share the latest invasion with you. James has had nits... Ewwwww!!! Ewwwwww!!! Ewwwww!!! I hate those little beasties. What purpose could they possibly serve on this earth? Are they on God's team??? I don't think so.... Bought a serious nit comb too which seems to work not so much on the principle of removing nits as just pulling the hair itself out by the roots. Whatever works....
James had his pyjama day at school - here he is before leaving, complete with teddy, storybook and slippers.Still no report from his assessment - the two ladies involved have been somewhat under par, with one of them coming down with pneumonia and the other one in hospital with a neuropathy of some description. I don't think either one was James related... probably!
And he's been in trouble at school again. Usual catalogue of misbehaviours. Interestingly, I had a chat with him about behaviour the other day and he admitted that sometimes he likes to be in trouble as it means he gets to spend time on his own. Methinks the boy needs his own room.
ELLA:Has been as entertaining as ever recently, so here are a few classics...
Whilst being dressed by daddy - 'No, not that one.... you silly man...'
After shopping for father's day pressie with me
'Daddy, we got you a tree'
(Me) 'Shhhh ! Ella, it's a secret'
'Daddy, we got you a secret tree'
In the pram, out for a walk, Ella is mum, mum, mum-ing and pointing, and pointing, and pointing...
'Ella, what ARE you pointing at?''Nothing mum, snot for you...'
This picture is Ella's own choice of clothing for the day. Temper by Naomi Campbell, style by Oxfam...
WILL:
Started Gymnastics on Monday. Absolutely loved it as it ticked all the right boxes of what gymnastics should be, according to Will, i.e. forward rolls and swinging from rings! Ella did the class too, and they both really loved it. Facilities are excellent and they did everything - jumping in a foam pit, a mini assault course, rope climbing, beam walking, trampolining, rolling, landing.... and the Hokey Cokey - Phoebe and I joined in the latter. She liked her first foray into dodgy music-hall dancing so much, she showed her appreciation by letting me have another look at her breakfast... on my cardi! This is what Gymnastics class did to Will....NICK:
Provider number still not here.... Bureaucracy here in Australia is unbelievable, I will never again complain about speed of action in the UK - it's like lightspeed compared to here... He was in Melbourne for a course three weeks ago and handed in additional documentation to the Victoria Medical Board. Phoned them today and they still have not STARTED processing it.
Still no specific theatre time for him either - he is getting really deskilled and demotivated. It is totally pointless for him to go along and observe an operation he is capable of doing from start to finish himself, and soul destroying to know that some of the recently appointed consultants have less orthopaedic experience than him.But he does have at least one new skill - Asian food is very big here, and Dim Sims (or Dim Sum as we would call them) are a very popular dish. So Nick made some from scratch and they were YUMMY!!
VIC:
At the risk of sounding shallow, I will start with a tale of mascara. Men look away now. I have for many years used nothing but Lancome mascara in one form or another. I am aware of the total absurdity of paying £17 for a tiny tube of paint, but it lasts 3 months or more, and gives me happy eyelashes. At only 18p a day it seems a small price to pay to be happy with at least one part of my body... So you can imagine that upon discovering that it costs $55 here ( Good god that's £27.50) I almost needed smelling salts in the middle of Myer department store. So, do I continue with this insanity, knowing that the price of happiness has taken a 40% price hike to 30p a time, or do I buy (and bin) cheap mascara after cheap mascara and in so doing end up spending more than the Lancome in the first place? Ah the wonderful scent of self justification!!!
Have been filling the freezer with purees in varying shades of orange for the Hungry One. As you can see, the plans were mighty, but unfortunately the reality is as follows:- The freezer is now so full of small bags of ice-cube sized food that there is no room for grown up food.
- Having a freezer full of babyfood does not mean that you ever remember to defrost any.
- That bulb of fennel in the picture is still sitting in my fruit bowl, and now looks much wrinklier. What possessed me to think that fennel, which I have never bought or cooked before, would miraculously turn itself into a tasty baby food without (apparently) any involvement from me?
Mayo - still on the hunt for good mayo - was bemoaning the lack of decent mayo and the sweetness of Aussie mayo to Leanne while over there for Fathers' Day brekkie. 'My mum makes great mayo with condensed milk' she said. I rest my case (sorry Leanne!). This is a picture of Graham and Leanne. She said I wasn't to put it on the blog, so here it is...Adverts - Nick and I were hooting with laughter the other night. There's a bit of a campaign here at the moment to get people to realise that generic drugs are the same as branded - only cheaper, so when an advert came on for generic paracetamol vs Panadol, that's exactly what we thought it was going to say... Oh no - aparently the generic is Australian and the Panadol is (cue voice of horror) FOREIGN!!! Surely that's racist? Or is it only racist if you hate another country specifically, rather than just the rest of the world...?
I read this back and realise that, in spite of not even being English, I have turned into the proverbial 'whingeing pom', so here are some good things: I am making friends and almost having a social life. My weeks are getting busy, the weather is improving (hence the children outside on the deck) and I love the new house. It's really not all bad at all, and Geelong is growing on me. And talking of Geelong, there is a street in Geelong called Bonza View. I kid you not.
Thought of the day, for the ladies:
If it's got testicles or tyres, you're going to have trouble with it...
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