Our attention tart of a son has been to his SECOND photoshoot.
This time round there is no political advert looming, (he appeared in a full page ad for The Greens last Federal Election). Just someone looking for pics of kids for her photographic business’ website
I was off work on holiday so I watched “Zoolander” with him so he was in the zone, he loved it……… worrying, very worrying.
Unaware of the momentus events in store for him he sleeps.
Hidden in a cupboard a wooden garage spends its’ last night alone.
In the morning (hopefully late on in the morning) its’ life will change forever,
little hands will make the rubberwood grubby, paint will be worn off,
bashes and scratched become the scars of battle worn with pride.
In the last 2 years our lives have changed out of all recognition.
Sleep and time poor we may be, but we have become the richest people in the world.
Sleep on wee man.
Not yet but soon.
It turns out that we have a shared phone line so regular broadband is unavailable.
Next step a dish on the side of the house, that will be funin the “roaring forties”.
I’ll keep you posted
The power has gone off, just in time for the first snow flurries to arrive.
The house is electrically heated (wel H’s bedroom) the rest is log fires.
If it is bnowing heavily when the repair crews come it may take some time……
OK OK OK
Hamish is almost 2, Brighter today he has been driving me daft with tantrums over the lack of “Pubble” splashing chances. I thought nearly an hour plus a mud rolling incident was enough but he has begged to differ.
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He has realised that he can treat people differently and get away with it.
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Little bugger not only has a cold, but he has also given it to me.
Add to that a night spent upright cradling him between vomitting attacks.
I long to go back to work.
Winter mode.
Finish work,
drive an hour home,
light fire,
cook tea,
feed and
bath wee monster.
Collapse in front of the TV,
Feel guilty about not doing the thousand jobs on our list but it is too dark to do.
Get up at 5:30am and repeat
real post to come
I have been confused by my siblings requests for posts, I did one last week!
But today I realised that I stored it as a draft rather than publish it, apologies. Here it is, a week late
Well, we’re in.
Absolutely stuffed after carrying our life from one house to the other we spent a restless first night listening to our new place creaking and groaning as a storm raged around it. As the windows rattled the dog became anxious keeping us awake. When he finally fell asleep Hamish woke to unfamiliar surroundings and sounds, screaming.
All of this was to the eerie glow of a streetlight outside our front garden. It struck e that this is the second last streetlight in Hobart, which must surely make it the second last streetlight before Antarctica (as the towns to the south are so small I can’t remember them having streetlights).
With the weather deteriorating snow flurries began to swirl around the house, huge gusts of wind moved sheets of roofing tin I’d left lying around (guess who was up at 2am with torch in hand weighing them down?).
We woke to snow on the mountain which we cling to.
Hamish is already enjoying the long wooden floored hallway, zooming on his trike, yelling “Crash” whenever he hits something. We’ve had to have words about inside and outside trucks, being used to hardwood walls he keeps bashing the plaster work with his Tonka truck.
Fungus is his usual ball of stress, worrying something will happen to his beloved Jenny. With the wind howling and the rain and snow battering down we chuck another log on the fire and pull the covers up closer to our noses.
Photos to follow
Well we’re in!
Been in for two weeks now.
The day we arrived the mountain put on a show for us.
Rain, sleet, even a capping of snow to 100m above us.
Add to all that a howling gale, it felt just like “home”.
The house is brick so there was a lot less creaking and groaning than our last one.
Only the windows rattled.
I had left some sheets of tin outside and they began to “migrate” around the garden at 2am.
Muggins ended up wandering the garden with a dying flashlight trying to weigh it down.
Hamish has discovered the word “No” But in a very camp accent reminiscent of Kenneth Williams from the “Carry On” films. He has also discovered the joys of wooden floors and a plastic tricycle. He keeps himself busy switching between terrorising the dog by chasing him and us by charging for the fence around the pond. He has discovered an area of mud that he fills his tipper and covers himself in grot.
Our last place had no bath; this one has a huge hot tub.
A certain wee man has discovered the delights of bath time.
We were wheeling him through the supermarket today looking for a bottle of bubble bath a wee voice from the trolley chanting the mantra “Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles” with rising excitement.
Our lives will never be the same again…..
