So, turns out we have had Summer.

 

Monday week ago was a Bank Holiday ("long weekend" in Australian). It was fabulously super warm and we went to a friend's place for lunch. The weather was fabulous that it was a case of sunhats and sunscreen all around.

 

DestructoBoy, My Assistant and I walked the two and half miles there because it was such a lovely day and it was downhill. Spring was busy Springing herself wildly about all over the place. Birds twitterpating, lambs resting whatever shade they could find and My Assistant going out of her tiny terrier mind at the all the fabulous deep countryside smells she could sniff.

 

This lovely old farm building was so shocked at the glorious sunshine and warmth it began to crack up!

 

 

However, that was it. That was Summer 2013. We are back to coats and hats and woolly gloves to fight off the bitter chill that has come back to get us. **sigh**

Still no pictures so use yr imagination

Still can't figure out how to access pictures but in the last week I have

- painted a Christmas present
- made sourdough bread
- finally found a warm Winter coat
- bought daughter's Christmas present
- joined a Low Volume fabric swap
- got daughter's birthday cake wishes from her
- bought curly yarn to knit Little Cotton Rabbits hedgesnogs

Priorities in order? Undecided.

 Situation
My boy did not get the part he wanted in the school play which had few lines but a lot if stage time and the one he did get has 17 lines but only requires him to be onstage for one scene.

Reaction
He threw himself onto the couch as soon as he arrived home from school and for the next three hours proceeded to sulk silently but very visibly, all the time refusing to tell me what the problem was. To a lesser degree this continued for the next week and still elicits a grumble if the school play is mentioned.

Situation
My boy receives an email from his bestie and 'girlfriend' saying that she thinks maybe they should downgrade things to 'just friends' come the end of the school year (2.5 terms away in July) bc they will be going to schools 5 miles apart and they won't see each other as much and she doesn't want to hurt him and she hopes that they can still be friends and please don't hate her.

Reaction
Me: You seem to have an email from Roo. Have you read it?
Him: Yeah. (wanders off to watch the rugby)

Where the fault truly lies.

Dear blog,

it isn't you. No, really. It isn't me either. We have been without a proper computer for nearly nine weeks and I have been using CK's tablet and quite frankly I hate it. And I think it hates me.

It won't upload the photos I ask it to, it skips spaces, replaces letters and removes words altogether sometimes. So dear blog you are not forgotten. I have tried on several occasions to share pictures from Scotland, My Assistant's new haircut and a little of the craftiness that has been going on but I can't. One day though blog, one day...

First week back @ school and award for best comment already won.

My boy is in Yr6 now. They are the big kids in the schol and definitely looking it (Receptioners (Preps) are such teeny littlies). This morning over breakfast he was telling me how his new teacher had asked the class yesterday if they knew which was the bestselling book of all time

Apparently she received a few thoughtful and reasonable answers -Harry Potter, the English dictionary and such - before my son' bestie put up her hand and said
'Is it 50 Shades of Grey, Miss?'

I imagine the teacher was still having conniptions and fanning herself when the correct answer was eventually given.