Yes it has
I guess we've all been slack on the blog since mum and dad came back from Europe.
Jon, cool sounding job, but if it was me I'd spend all the dosh in the shops there.
G has been hard at it, building the house. We have a bottom slab and some walls that we can build the top slab onto. When that is done - hopefully before Christmas - we will be able to build the top early next year. When I say "we" I mean G. I am a non-executive director of this project.
We are gearing up for the silly season. I haven't been in work since mid-October, but at first I was busy with the play I was in and since then I have just been looking around. I am too lazy to go to the city and G is torn between enjoying me being at home and freaking out about money. It would be great if someone would pay me heaps of money to work part-time in Penrith or even better in Springwood, but seeing as how half the people who once lived in the city now live here, the competition is high and the money is low.
Mum and dad have been tooling around the place in their motor home all nice and cosy and they seem to like the retired life. We had a party last Saturday and Xavier and Tammy showed off their martial arts' skills - Tammy teaches little kids and Xavier got some kind of coloured belt grading in his class. Audrey's friend Penny fell out of the bedroom window, but as they all ran giggling back into the house she concluded that she wasn't hurt. The house was filled with revellers (not hard with this house) and we put up a tent in the back garden which frightened Bean so much she refused to go outside in the night and did a wee by the back door.
Next weekend is someone elses Christmas do and the next is Carols in the park, followed by the Glenbrook Players party and the next is Christmas. Luckily I am an avid Op-shopper and can always manage to pick up a stunning frock for about $5. Somehow I have also managed to find top label shoes in my size for the same amount. One pair of gorgeouse sandals still had a price label of $250 on them. I'm thinking of setting myself up as a "second-hand stylist". What do you reckon? I am starting to know my friends sizes and always end up getting something for somebody. I also can't wait to decorate the new house. This one is so tiny that I find myseld making something and having no room to put it when it's made. Consequently my groovy round cushions in 50's style fabrics with button middles are shunted from room to room, while my covered half-screen sits on a stack of plastic storage boxes waiting to be hinged together.
Ramble ramble......
Bye

