Tui sentinel on our kowhai tree this afternoon...
It's been a day off work for me on this the last day of the school holidays, and after dodging some serious rain showers via the library we took in Up at the movies (just wonderful, loved it, one of the best kids' movies I've seen in ages - speaking of which, we were highly excited to see the trailer for Toy Story 3! Wheeee!) and a large amount of calories at MaccyD's before toning the fun down by doing the weekly supermarket shop at Pak'n'Shove, an errand I am not missing being responsible for in the slightest.
After that, it was home for a peaceful afternoon of reading The Miracle at Speedy Motors for me at one end of the house while the Other Harf completed his domestic duties at the other (he always "hoovers" on a Friday) and Miss 9.1 completed her school project "My Family Trip" - a process which should of taken a day or two at the most, but seems to have been protracted into weeks. She has learnt the fine art of procrastination from me and taken it to an all new level.
Once Mr Mopp had finished making all that racket, I sat myself down in front of the PC and began drafting up the invitation for my 40th birthday bash extravaganza hoolie on the 14th of November. I've made my mind up - it's going to be a Woodstock theme, as was my 21st - so all guests are expected come hippied out. Kaftans, muslin, tie-dye, flower-power, groovy baby. Initially, I was a bit reluctant to have a big do, but what the hell? Everybody needs a party all about them every now and then.
So, if you're in the neighbourhood on the 14th of November, consider yourself officially invited. And don't forget your kaftan, 'kay?
Brill! Comments weren't working before but seem to be back!
Of course, I haven't much to say now except how I wish I could attend b'day bash!