Thursday, January 31, 2008
A Day Full of . . .well not much really
Not much to post about today. Well the girls got off OK on their early flight this morning. No tears you'll be pleased to hear. Two hours in Auckland and another 30 hours in Santiago waiting for their connection to Rio. Adam spent the day in bed (he pulled an all-nighter watching the Matrix and assorted DVD's before our early start this morning then crashed and burned at 8.00). My house is friggin' spotless thanks to cleaning therapy which includeded a total spring clean of ClareBear's appalling room and the linen press. (I know, most people go for retail therapy when they're stressed - I get out my crevice tool and clean like a whirling dirvish).
I recharged some batteries - two were not rechargable - don't go there, they explode! Apparently that crackling bangy noise they make is funny to 21 year old blokes. I almost gained kudos for the explosion after I recovered from the myocardial infarction but that was squashed by condemnation for being so stupid. Alright . . I didn't have my glasses on!
I changed Drummerboy's sheets . . not earth-shattering to you but a major coup for me and his room smells sweet.
Boidy got stung by a waps, we're not sure what kind of waps, it was a big waps but not a mud waps but it was in his shirt because he left it outside on the pool fence. See, I told him if he leaves clothes on the floor and hanging around, something stingy will get into them. Nyer!
I scored three towels, 4 ice tubs, a pair of 36cm waist board shorts and two boogie boards and half a caramel mud cake after the party . . .if they're yours, please come and get them or they'll go to St Vinnies nextweek. Except the cake, I have plans for that.
And . . we've just discovered 2 litres of Creaming Soda, 1 bottle of Pink, 1 Litre of Lemonade and a dozen Carona's left beside the bar fridge from the weekend - BONUS! Ha-ha, read it and weep if they're yours, they're in the fridge for the next half hour! Don't bother claiming them!
It's foikn hot and humid so excuse me, I'm off for a dangle in the crystal wateryness of our pool and a chotapeg with my little soldier boy while you-know-who is eating aeroplane food over Easter Island . . . (her bedroom is soooo clean and tidy right now!)
Right, get the boy to fire up the barbie!