It wasn't her!

Oh Leila, how could we suspect you so? All the time we thought you had given my lovely watch to the rubbish bin and all the time it was simply mummy's forgetfulness. Finally tidying my extremely disorganised wardrobe, it tumbled to the floor from amongst my shoved in jumpers and tees. My lovely second coming watch is now safely back upon my wrist.

PS I know this photo is a little odd looking this way round, but Blogger just refuses to accept the rotated imagine, hence I look like I took if from a peculiar angle.

They're like Christmas, they're coming

Long Weekend/3 Day Weekend/ Bank Holiday

Happy Birthday Elizabeth - thanks to you we have an extra long weekend so started it with a visit to our wonderful market named after one of your ancestors.

Loving, loving, loving

this album. Finding a new band you love, few things better. Especially love tracks 2 and 3.

Mother's lost her oomph

It took her 10 hours to get to this point and she wasn't moving very much at all. I think the problem may be her initial mix - I used a more commercial brand of yoghurt rather than the biodynamic very alive one I previously did. Tomorrow I'll give her a feed with the good stuff, rest her up for a few days and then see how she is.

I was ALMOST without speech

While I was bathing the girls last night the phone rang, I didn't hear it above the tears that were a child's minor accident. Geoff came and told me that a particular woman who I had met last year through a shared activity had called. I hadn't had contact with her for about 8 months or so and couldn't imagine what she could be calling about. I stress that it was a very casual, hello how are you, acquaintance. She had told Geoff she'd call back at 7:30.

I answered the phone next time around and it was this same lady. She briefly asked how I was and then started what I found a most unusual conversation, it went something like this.

"Your husband's caled Geoff isn't he?"
"Yes"
"Could I talk to him?"
"I'm sorry, do you know my husband?"
"No, but I'd like to talk to him. Is that okay?"
"Well actually no, he doesn't know you so I can't imagine what you'd want to talk to him about but you can talk to me."

Can you imagine what it was that she said next?

Firehouse

This is a post about what a lovely breakfast we had out with my parents this morning, although from the photographs you may think they were taken inside a friend's home. The Firehouse is in an old firehouse, the body of the restaurant housed in the area where the engines lived, but with a myriad of other little rooms furnished with leather couches, lovely artwork and nooks just begging for glasses of yummy red. Breakfast was delicious, relaxed, great service - so nice to finally find somewhere in our area that's worth going out to. We have great casual restaurants around us, the next suburb over is an Asian area full of amazing super affordable restaurants, but cafes are in short supply. Those of you who know me know that the dream is for me to have a cafe of my own, and here close to home it's just crying out for one. Time's not quite right for me yet, but hopefully once both girls are at school it may well be.

I loved the linocuts on the walls from an artist called Kate Hudson. Sadly the ones on display were out of my price bracket at $695 each, but I will certainly keep my eyes open for more of her work. I did a search on her but couldn't find her own website, just a couple of listings on gallery sites, so may have to go back for coffee and cake in order to find out more!