Quite a frustrating tone to the update this week in as much as we paid the next instalment for the house and they have done exactly........... nothing since! Apparently they are waiting for some special T-bars and there has been a delay at the manufacturers and then they have to go for galvanising! We have chased the builder a few times and they say it’ll all be delivered in the next few days….. then the weekend arrives and another week elapses with no first floor. They have told us that the Floortech guys will be on site on Friday to get the scaffolding in place ready for the concrete to be poured for the first floor (although, they didn’t say which Friday, I suppose).
Other than the frustration over the house, everything else is plodding on towards the summer, Christmas and the school holidays. The kids are still knackered, we’re still working hard and Adam’s a little sod! We’ve booked the kids in for swimming lessons at a local pool; not for this pool the sane system of grading the classes by numbers – oh no! I had to go and register the kids as one Tuna and one Salmon! I felt like I was ordering lunch at the deli. The only had their first lessons last week, but Darcie was SO much better than she was in her VACswim classes in the holiday. She was like a little dolphin and did really well. Sam did great too. I think the weekly lessons are better for my lot as they don’t seem to cope very well with going every day for a week. This week I found out that they do two weeks of swimming with the school too this term, so they are going to be constantly wrinkled and smelling of chlorine next month.
Paul’s booked in for his Op on Tuesday (Halloween). We’ve got to be at the hospital ready to be admitted at 6.30am and he now needs an overnight stay. To be honest, I’m pleased about that. At least he’ll be monitored and looked after for 24 hours and by the time he’s released, I know he’ll be OK (ish!). I’m a bit jealous too! – the thought of 24 hours bedrest and no intruders creeping into your bed at night and then sleeping with their big toe up your nose for 5 hours – it’s almost worth having your nose broken and looking and feeling like sh*t for a week. Hell, I look and feel like that anyway (after the aforementioned bad night’s sleep, so a bit of bruising wouldn’t be so bad (o;) Next time you see Adam, smell his hair. He constantly has hair smelling of Paul’s armpit as that’s where he sleeps most nights! He goes to bed in his room, a mosquito must buzz in and wake him up (as he’s such a light sleeper) and as soon as his eye lids flutter, he’s out of his cot (like an extra from a 'Mission Impossible' film) and he’s in our bed before you’ve even noticed the covers being pulled back. I tell you, the Army ought to utilise his night time operation techniques. He could get into Baghdad without being seen, no trouble, if the way he trespasses into our bed is anything to go by. Perhaps he has those green night vision glasses in his room. I wouldn’t put it past him – probably swapped his Noddy for them in the playground. He’s nothing if not industrious! Good job Sam was never around in the ‘Swap Shop’ generation. I’d nip to Tescos only to find he’d swapped Darcie for a Mr Potato Head and probably replaced Adam with a ‘nearly new’ game of Twister.
The kids are getting more ‘aussie-fied’. Peppers are now ‘capsicums’, flip flops are most definitely ‘thongs’ and crisps are ‘chips’. Darcie’s voice is changing the most with the upward lilt at the end of her sentences. Sam’s still a bit ‘cor blimey, guvnor’ but he’s starting to get small Australian inflictions to his voice. He mumbles worse than ever and that seems to be a big Australian ‘thang’. Thankfully his use of the word ‘dude’ seems to have subsided a little and the novelty has worn off. Can’t say I’m sad about that one – I was getting mightily fed up of being referred to as ‘Mum Dude’.
Everyone’s gearing up here for the Melbourne Cup. It’s a horse race, and it’s massive! Every restaurant and bar are advertising special ‘Melbourne Cup’ lunches with big screens and betting available. I’ve been invited to a friend’s house and we have to wear our worst clothes (charity shop stuff) with a really nice hat. I don’t know if I trust them though. I’d probably turn up looking like Nora Batty and they’d all look like Madonna. It’s when they’d tell me to take my wrinkly tights off that the embarrassment would start and I’d have to admit that I actually wasn’t wearing any and I just had saggy kness (o:
I’ve attached a couple of photos; one of the new shopping centre that should be open for Christmas. You can clearly see the Woolies sign (Mum got really excited: ‘we haven’t got a Woolies over town – I love Woolies’ – she was very disappointed when I told her it was a food shop like Morrisons (o: ) The other photos show the new high school (which if it grows any bigger will need it’s own postal code!). It is apparently a centre for the Performing Arts and is going to be a speciality learning centre. That’ll come in useful with Sam no doubt and his thespian tendancies – I said THESPIAN!
The new high school - it didn't seem that close to our house in the beginning!

View of the school reception - impressive, eh?
That's the wonder of good old Woolies....
What do we want? 'A bottle shop'
When do we want it? 'NOW!'