Happy Mother’s Day
This is mum – 3 kids at the ripe old age of 25. It is 1968 and we are having lunch at Healesville Sanctuary.
l love Fridays – the promise of a good weekend, especially good because we mums get a bit pampered, mind you I get pretty pampered any way, but I’m looking forward to a dodgy breakfast on Sunday ~ perhaps a few bits of cold toast that have been left to stand on the bench a tad too long; one may have fallen to the ground to collect a bit of dog hair but the 3 second rule will apply, immediately declared by children and husband. If it’s longer than 3 seconds, then the 7 second rule will apply. But hey, no longer than that, particularly because we have a night visitor trying to transport whole apples through the back of the kitchen door architrave (how big is this thing). Last night he helped himself to a banana and was heard scurrying across a plate. Our house is seriously in need of renovation …