The hot weather finally has broken, too hot to eat properly at the Taste of The Huon (local foodie fest). My mate Glenn even went down with heatstroke. Today it has been cold and wet. There is general feeling of winter on its way.
Hamish meanwhile has begun to use words like “Actually” and “basically” and in his sentences, in the same way adults do to gain thinking time.
Back to school next tuesday and to say I’m dreading it is an understatement.
You see we have finally had one of those summers you dream about,
it has rained ONCE since December 20th.
As Scotland has shivered, here the days have been warm (20 to 25)with a few hot ones (35) but some of us can cool off………..
Far too few walks on the mountain, but we did get some in, even if younger family memebrs slept most of the way.
Too little time spent in the workshop making things
Hamish learned to use the potty and the next day abandoned it for the loo. (Picture censored)
A lot of time has been spent on the beach, digging in the sandpit, weeing on the lawn (H that is), generally causing mischeif and falling in love with “Barney the Bloody Dinosaur” not just any syrupy American Barney but the super slushy Christmas Special.
Ah well back to work, how would I cope with a real job and only 2 weeks holiday a year?
Jen’s brother married his Brazilain girlfriend Bruna yesterday.
The ceremony was in a conservatory at the Botanical Gardens then a two hour wait for dinner in a rather nice restaraunt there.
I was concerned that H might spoil the day with his first major tantrum.
So we arrived (barely two minutes before the bride) fully equipped for a days long struggle.
Jenny earned her real mummy stripes by admitting that in her “handbag” were: wipes, nappies, spare clothes and toy cars.
I was carrying a rucksack full of potty, treats, books, warm socks…. even pyjamas.
We needn’t have worried.
Our little attention tart was the star turn.
He had Bruna’s family eating out of his hand within seconds and of course three grandparents attending to his every whim.
He even got a mention in that Father of The Bride’s speech.
He really laid it on thick when leaving, he ran the length of the room to hug and kiss the bride and groom.
38 degrees and mounting humidity all day,
lightning storms and rain. Still 27 degrees even afterwards.
Graham Norton on TV camping it up… so no different from Scotland