I even bored myself to tears with that last post, sorry about that. Things haven't really become much more exciting. Jossie is spending a lot of time playing with the huge load of Bratz dolls and paraphernalia that the slightly older, and therefore too old for dolls, girls next door gave her. Toby is taking a break from his Pokemon obsession to read all the Captain Underpants books he can get his hands on. Bethany said something hilarious yesterday and I thought "I must put that on the blog". You guessed it, I can't remember it now. Andrew is in Sydney for a conference so I have just finished watching the first season of Nerds FC with Joss and Tobes (how we are loving it!) and will start on QI when I am finished here.
After such a busy week I would really appreciate a slow Saturday morning. It isn't to be, however, as Jossie has her last game of hockey. She will play from 9-10.30 and then have presentations and a sausage sizzle. The farmer's markets are on tomorrow so I am a bit put out that we will miss them but I suppose I really don't need a bacon and egg roll followed by dutch pancakes... as if need had anything to do with it.
I don't have any new photos to share so I will, instead, resume going back over our trip. I think I'm up to the part where we went to Ireland and, if I remember correctly (I can't be bothered to go back and check) I wasn't able to upload any photos from there at the time.
This is Avondale House which has a special history to it but we weren't there for that. Paul, Daniel and Ryan took us out for the day.A boys day out, except that I was there too.
See what a good photographer I am? There was something tricky going on with the ball....just out of shot.
I found it almost impossibly green. I love a sunburnt country and all that, but the green in Ireland, and Scotland, and also England, was mesmerising.
We were walking in Avondale Forest Park, looking for the river. It wasn't down that way.
We found the river, then walked along it until we could get closer.
Then the real boys' games began. How many times can you get a stone to bounce when you skim it? I'll have you know that I did my first real skim! Nobody was paying any attention to me though!
Who can hit a particular target on the other side of the river?
Who can pick up and throw the heaviest stone?
Hmmm... that looks more like dropping than throwing. It was very manly though.
When the river games had been exhausted we walked back up the hill, played a little football (no, I didn't play) and drove to a pub to have some dinner. I had a delightful Guinness stew. This was written on the wall behind us and I had to take a photo because my Dad's name is Oliver Goldsmith but he isn't that old, so it mustn't be him. It's a nice quote though. My favourite quote at the moment is from CS Lewis and I can include it here because he was born in Ireland - "You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me". I really, really love him.
After such a busy week I would really appreciate a slow Saturday morning. It isn't to be, however, as Jossie has her last game of hockey. She will play from 9-10.30 and then have presentations and a sausage sizzle. The farmer's markets are on tomorrow so I am a bit put out that we will miss them but I suppose I really don't need a bacon and egg roll followed by dutch pancakes... as if need had anything to do with it.
I don't have any new photos to share so I will, instead, resume going back over our trip. I think I'm up to the part where we went to Ireland and, if I remember correctly (I can't be bothered to go back and check) I wasn't able to upload any photos from there at the time.
This is Avondale House which has a special history to it but we weren't there for that. Paul, Daniel and Ryan took us out for the day.A boys day out, except that I was there too.
See what a good photographer I am? There was something tricky going on with the ball....just out of shot.
I found it almost impossibly green. I love a sunburnt country and all that, but the green in Ireland, and Scotland, and also England, was mesmerising.
We were walking in Avondale Forest Park, looking for the river. It wasn't down that way.
We found the river, then walked along it until we could get closer.
Then the real boys' games began. How many times can you get a stone to bounce when you skim it? I'll have you know that I did my first real skim! Nobody was paying any attention to me though!
Who can hit a particular target on the other side of the river?
Who can pick up and throw the heaviest stone?
Hmmm... that looks more like dropping than throwing. It was very manly though.
When the river games had been exhausted we walked back up the hill, played a little football (no, I didn't play) and drove to a pub to have some dinner. I had a delightful Guinness stew. This was written on the wall behind us and I had to take a photo because my Dad's name is Oliver Goldsmith but he isn't that old, so it mustn't be him. It's a nice quote though. My favourite quote at the moment is from CS Lewis and I can include it here because he was born in Ireland - "You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me". I really, really love him.
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