Friday as I left work I got an MMS announcing the birth of Riley. Conveniently I was already on the way to the pub, so a toast was in order (even if Jem and Kris had beat us to it)! Weeks compared, gadgets discussed and gossip exchanged. Then off to pick up fish and chips and head home.
Saturday was the church fete, shopping and then BBQ with Comrade and friends to enjoy the weather (’til it turned cloudy). It must have been the record ozone hole.
Today was Yum Cha with Comrade and good company, followed by coffee at The Moon. A brief attempt to tidy the shed and the office, take the rubbish out, a cup of tea and a read of the paper and then it was time to take Puggle to the park. Someone at the park was playing with an electric remote controlled helicopter. As they’re notoriously difficult to fly, especially when there’s a bit of wind blowing, it was frequently winding up sideways on the ground. Puggle was fascinated by this. After they’d packed up (batteries needed recharging), I asked Puggle if he could be a helicopter. Expecting him to spin around with his arms out, he instead just fell over backwards to the ground and rolled around as that was pretty obviously what the helicopter had been doing!
Bilby is still yet to emerge, which means it’s off to work again tomorrow.
