Life's never dull in the outback I tell you! And husbands are never home when you expect them!!
We are just back from the Hay Races at the weekend where I had an absolutely lovely day.
When I woke up on Sunday, safely at home after an earlier than usual night, the memories were all great. It was a thoroughly lovely day, I thought, first in pleasure but that quickly changed to horror when I realised I felt so good because we had headed sensibly home at 9 o'çlock on what is the town's biggest night of the year.
Exactly when did my idea of a brilliant day out become one that I would later describe as lovely.
I had no complaints about the day – lovely really was the right word for the day.
The weather was a balmy 30 plus degrees, compared with the usual filthy 40s.
I went to sleep last night thinking, 'one more sleep, one more sleep...'
Ok, so I've discovered that there's not much glamour in mud...and while I'd love to bring you images of lakes and sunsets over their glimmering sheen, I just have to say it's been too busy in baby-ville to get out at just the right set of the sun to bring you them.
Who would have thought a few loads of gravel and a grader were the stuff dreams were made of.
Hi all - just a quick note to let you know that our mate dingo didn't reappear last night.
My husband's on the phone to his uncle. They are both passionate wool men and both are pleased but quietly nervous about a sudden rapid increase in the price of wool.
Another day, another adventure... Dean's away for the next ten days getting his pilots licence, and I have to admit it's nice to be home, just 'us girls.'
Nothing like a floral show on a cactus to ring in the sound of impending rain!
