T'was the week before...etc etc, you know how it goes.
I really like this little helper, I think he's rather sweet.
With only 4 working days between me and some serious rec leave, cheeriness levels are on the up. Ho, Ho, Ho, in fact.
I'm planning a re-organisation of the home front in the hols, and have started on the back and front verandas. I found an extremely ugly but practical rack which I've drafted into service for fishing rod storage. Each millimetre of space is hard won. I keep thinking I'll have a garage sale but I haven't really identified all that much to get rid of. Yet.
I have decided to part with this vintage Kodak Brownie Starlet camera, there are only so many cameras and so much shelf space.
Strangely, the term 'Brownie' seems to be almost unreasonably popular, and this week another Brownie which came into my life via a cake stall outside Bankwest. I bought a plate of brownies on the way to work from the nice ladies at the stall, thinking that given the season I would share them with my workmates. Bad luck, people.
I shared one with someone - in celebration of one of those tiny smidgens of happiness which occasionally drop into the pit of despair (and can so easily roll unnoticed behind the couch, where they hide with the minuscule remnants of our self-actualisation) - but everyone else was out of luck. Call me Grinch. Best Brownies ever. Congratulations, ladies with headscarves. You are the queens of Brownie.
There are only a very few framed fish drawings remaining, I am pleased and slightly relieved that others liked them as much as I do. These are the only ones left apart from some of the smaller ones. I can see the floor in the loungeroom.
Quote of the week:
'The day they discover that yoga mats are carcinogenic will be the happiest day in my life.'
Status of the week from Facebook:
'Mum goes to personal training at 8am this morning and comes home drunk in a taxi.'
(anonymous, for their own protection - and no, not one of my kids!) Gotta love the Xmas season....