In line with the last post (I notice) it was Kinder Hell again today. Was stuck this time on the chalkboard… the computers were out so that was the worst one to be on, and of course I got it. Covered in chalk, kids rolling all over the place in it, felt like a brandy afterwards but alas of course not to be. The W&W came along, mainly to watch, and I’m not sure they’re going back in any hurry. They walked out quite quickly at the end of it.
Then there was shopping, lunch, and hey presto I’ve had a quick go at writing something but just can’t get down to it .. my head’s in a whirl.
The W&W have settled in with incredible ease, they really seem to have hit the ground running. Took a snooze in the afternoon when they arrived, all of about three hours, and haven’t really been off-kilter time-wise since then. It’s very impressive. They’re way more lively in the evenings than we are, and we up just as early this morning – well, they came to Kinder Hell with me, didn’t they.
We went down to Burwood Beach with a picnic on Saturday, and forgot the suntan lotion so some of us got a little toasted but not too bad. Very pleasant, we took a picnic, rolled around, spent quite a ling time there.
Sunday we spent an equivalent sort of time at Blackbutt, fed the emus, saw the kangaroos, birds and so on. Place was pretty packed. Comedy highlight of the day was when the Woofie had her sausage (quite literally) pinched out of her sandwich by a marauding kookaburra. Swooped down from behind her, picked it right out of her bun and was away before she understood what was happening. Said she didn’t even see it has a bird, just felt a rush of air around her head. Ha, we saw it though, don’t know what was more amusing, the shock on her face as it was happening, the skill of the bird, or her indignation when she realised what had happened. I think it’s put kookaburras in a bad light for her for ever more. It was surprising but I guess they’re kingfishers, you’d need to be pretty precise to scoop fish out of the water, wouldn’t you. He was sitting up on his branch with the sausage in his beak, beating it on the branch to ‘kill’ it with great whacks, and then gulped it down (presumably) in what he reckoned was a ‘head first’ fashion. Then he had to spend quite some time getting the tomato ketchup off his beak.
Then Monday… do you know, my memory’s a complete blank. It’s really too bad, I must post more frequently. Anyway I’ll leave it at that for the moment and pick up the Littles – if anything else pops up I can always add later.
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