Much wonder how the Pie is getting on in the cro. Hope it's less grisly than might be expected, hope there are a few sighs of relief somewhere.
Gentle pitter-patter of rain outside tonight, quite a novelty. The month has been quite hot and waterless so far. There was a very exotic-looking camouflaged cricket on the edge of the Thomas pool today, quite a morning delight.
Just a few more days of school left before we get into the holidays, and so far, woefully unprepared for them. I must think something up. Well so far I've invited Anna and family (Lillian is the girl) over to dinner one Saturday, and Jenna's mum is threatening to set up an entertainment in emulation of yesterday's get-together some time in the holidays so that's two possible dates down - just 12 more to go (it's two weeks off school). Real bummer that we don't have two cars, we're really stuck here without one.
Pretty boring day as far as we're concerned here today. I spent most of my time sifting through papers, getting bits filed, wondering about odds and ends, that sort of nonsense. The Mr by all accounts did the same sort of thing at work. The Non didn't even have her library day today it seems, and both her library bag and her book inside it are no-where to be found. Who knows. End of terms stuff, no doubt. However there did seem to be an anomaly to the tedium in the shape of a mystery motorcycle-rider who rode about without holding on with his hands and who (to boot) apparently spewed red balls and a real rabbit from his mouth, at a show, at the school. Mysterious as it all sounds, that's all I know. You're as wise as I am, now. Peculiar goings-on of Merewether Heights Public School. Never mind, it's not nearly as disturbing as the rumours of the last mums'-night-out or something, which ended in (and both the Flea and I thought we'd misheard but seemed to mishear the same thing) one of the teachers vomiting naked into a flower-pot as thigs got 'pretty messy'. We both admitted the 'vomiting' bit as any primary teacher's prerotative, but the 'naked' bit we both seemed unsure about, but nevertheless coincided on. Oh well, those five-year-olds can be hell to deal with sometimes. Vomit on, clothed or otherwise.
Talking of which, I'm beginning to undertand why body-painting is so prevalent in hot countries - though we were discussing that after all there's woad in the grissley UK and I think even Innuits do some tatooing or painting. However, today as the Non was lying about almost starkers the blank canvass was just too tempting so I offered to have a go with the face-paints, so she was Echo Gecko for the evening. Unfortunately the flash of the camera blisters everything to a crisp so the pic doesn't really do it justice but he was quite nice, anyway. I've noticed that lots of people have tatoos here, and I'm beginning to understand why. Just so much more exposed flesh than what we're used to, it's just too tempting. Well, not tempting enough to have your skin permanently etched in a rose or whatever but still, the blank canvass. In the UK it'd be just fleecy jumpers, no option.
Right, that's quite enough of that. Lots of love to all, V xxxx
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