My lads at the Canberra Zoo - how great it that place! - school holidays and no crowds - another reason to move to Canberra - our list is getting longer!
Well it was a big day for the blogger error: bX-o3qgph, yesterday. I don't know about you but I couldn't publish any comments from midday on, yesterday. Not even my own comments. So if you left me a comment and it's not there in the comments section - I tried! Anne-Marie, yes that was us at 'Samford Christmas In The Village'.... many times. Wow, someone who knew us! It's amazing how many comments I received about the recurring Uni dream... we're all traumatised by something caused by the pressure of exams.... and yes my dream does take on the form of having to sit all my exams again .....as in a different permutation of my dream, I never really got my degree... or I was one credit point off! Nice to know I am not alone... but it is rather a tiring process.. to be continually studying in one's dreams!... especially when none of it makes sense and you are just studying gibberish!
Beautiful gesture last night. Our real estate agent dropped around a bottle of Veuve, a gift from the new house owners.. to us.. for leaving the place nice. Brought tears to my eyes. I wanted it to be perfect for them... as brand new as I could make it. There is one niggling thing though. I never got a letter box key from the builder, when he installed my letterbox. I have emailed and emailed him... over the past year!... no response. I think they lost it. We always had to just drag the post out of the front of the box. I am rather embarassed though, not being able to hand over a key!
We've well and truly settled into our cosy little digs. Had to attend Ikea yesterday for some kitchen bench stools... shock, horror .. they're super modern, tucked up not far from my little 4 seater cream French breakfast table and chairs (our only other dining option... oh and the couch!). I was marvelling yesterday at the fact that I still have the same number of sinks and toilets to clean here, as I did in the house ....and a flight of stairs to run up... so things aren't too different. You will laugh though... my kitchen contents can be found in my old 'Cobbler's Wharf' rattan sideboard at the entrance/foyer of our apartment. Rice cooker, slow cooker, serving platters and bowls, oven trays and cake tins, all hidden in that thing.. as the kitchen just has enough room for the standard stuff that you would possibly only need on holiday... not for heavy duty, family living. Good thing is ... house work time has been cut 10 fold.
Off to the Gallery of Modern Art this morning, as it is just down the road (love this super inner city living thing.. I could get very used to it).... oh, after big son has a piano practice. He has a piano exam in 10 days and is super stressed. The move and holidays has set him back somewhat in his practice. We even resorted to searching for a piano in a hotel foyer on our holidays in the hope for some practice time! I'm trying to be a loving Mum and praising every scale I hear that is spectacularly perfect. There have been some tears though. And this is why we alternate exams each year.... guitar one year, piano the next. Tried to ditch an exam one year but my son suggested that he was getting nowhere as he had nothing to strive for and work towards.. so he is an agreeing party (disclaimer: no children were harmed in the preparation of this piano exam). Oh it's hard having to relive stuff that psychologically damaged me though... I had horrid music teachers and HATED exams. At least his teacher is a loving soul... and she wears treble clef earrings... a total groover.
Have a great day.