24th September 2010 (Friday)

Oh most lovely thanks for all the comments – nice to hear from you. There’s a good reason why all the posts appeared at a rush: they were all posted at the same time. Things had slipped a little, you know. A bit off-the-shoulder here and there.

Friday was a bit spaced-out, somehow. I went along to the yoga class that the gym offers (come with the package, so you don’t have to pay any extra for it)… I think it might have been more effective than I realised. Came out thinking ‘well that wasn’t much of a workout’ but actually it was evidently pretty relaxing as a mooched around with no particular goal in mind for the rest of the day, and this morning I find that there’s a certain… soreness… in the general buttock area which indicates it may not have been as easy peasy as I’d originally thought.

Was rather in need of relaxation Friday morning, as what with one thing and another I think Lara was coming up to the top of a small ‘naughty cycle’. A bit of tiredness, a bit of cheekiness, throw in a pinch of growing and a dash of school sauce and you’ve got a nice tantrum, from both mother and child. Yoga should be prescribed to all parents on the NHS, I think. Medicare here, I guess. Would probably save a lot of family bust-ups.

Also did a marvellous amount of getting lost in the shopping centre – on foot and in th car park. I just can’t work it out, it’s like a rabbit warren. You pop down one escalator and seem to come shot out sideways in a different dimension and can never get back to where you started from unless you drink a shrinking potion at Target and nibble a growing mushroom at Coles.


Haven’t been doing a stroke of work, either. Just doesn’t seem to happen. There are loads of deadlines at the end of September, too – oh well. I don’t expect it’ll improve for a good while. The week before last (or last week, more or less) I was manically typing out lots of flash-fiction to send to a project called 50 Stories for Pakistan – it’ll be out soon as a charity book. Sent in six stories, they needed to pick 50 from a submission total of about 200. Not a single one got in. Which means I did worse than the average. Great. It’s always nice to have confidence boosts like that. Onwards and upwards, eh.

While I was out getting lost in the shopping centre and yoga-ing away, the W&W took a trip into Glenrock over the road. I came back just after they had come back themselves, and I think it must have been quite a tiring walk because they were sitting slumped at the dining room table and staring into space, not really saying much. A bit of lunch did seem to revive them a little. Glenrock is a nice walk but unfortunately it does rather go past the sewage works before you get to the beach – usually doesn’t smell too much but it’s rather lacking in beauty.


We picked up the Non from her last day of term (!) and a little later, after a snack, took her off to gym. W&W came and watched. By the time they leave they’ll know every detail of the Non’s life in all it’s routine humdrummingness.


Back home, the nice leg of lamb was quietly cooking in the barbecue. A few veg to go with it and Meg’s your aunt. Pretty tasty, if I say so myself. Another game of Scrabble afterwards, at which the Mr won AGAIN by a margin so obscene it shall be struck henceforth from the record books as something unmentionable.

I’d better get going, as we’re off to Sydney this morning to meet Dicky and Phyl – they’re going to be touring Australia for the next few months and have just arrived. We’ll be there for the weekend, hopefully coming back laden with lots of piccies and stories, so till then, smell-you-later!