Week 7, day thirty-three

Thursday, 10 March 2011


So, the sixty-four thousand dollar question: did they get it done??
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Naaah...


Oh well, let's just think of it as more time to make sure everything is juuuuust right...
Might be a slow week here, people. (Although I did book the services of a colour consultant who will visit next Wednesday - when asked by Warwick to choose a roof colour, I suddenly lost all confidence and panicked.)

We're getting one of these for time out...maybe on the pergola...

In other news of our over-committed lives, I managed to offload P&C secretary at the AGM last night...and came home with P&C vice pres. How did that happen? Meanwhile, this manuscript on the evolution of fossil-fish sex is eating me alive, so all over the shop is it. Mat is tutoring at uni again this semester, this time in a communications theory course that he can barely understand the course outline of, let alone work out what to instill in impressionable young first-years. Luckily, they spend most of their time on facebook so probably haven't noticed him fluffing his way through the cultural ramifications of the invention of the Gutenberg printing press. Rosie has words on her spelling list that I have to look up to explain what they mean (tarsals, anyone?), and Jem has somehow slipped from gorgeous golden child to testosterone-fuelled Captain No (we're hoping it's temporary).


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