” Loving the holiday BUT not loving the parents dialup :) … so will be very quiet on the Miss Lisa front for the next week.

Thanks to all the birthday wellwishers … the Bavarian Biergarten was great by the way!!!

Shoes: NONE – I’m on holidays for goodness sakes!”

I know, it’s only October, but face it – the retailers are telling us the end is nigh… Can’t you tell by the Christmas decorations in stock? I imagine, before we can turn around, the garish window paintings will begin hurrying us in-store to stock up in time… as if it’s the end of the world rather than just the end of the year.

And it isn’t just the wallet that suffers the pressure. It’s the calendar too.

Here’s me, meditating over a quick visit to the homeland to meet the next addition to the Singular clan (if he/she ever arrives) and/or taking up the offer of a weekend ‘up yonder’ for a Bliss reunion and a wibmeet with Chops and the Lovely One – (oooh and the Steak Club).

I pull out the calendar to find a couple of free weekends and there are woefully few. My flabber is ghasted.

I have/had

This weekend –
Lunch at the Moody Chef Cafe in St Leonards (delish)
Dinner at the Bavarian Beer Cafe in Manly (Happy Birthday Miss Lisa and what a lovely venue)
A kitchen tea (hopes desperately there are no silly games in same vein as baby shower games)

And will have in the following weekends
2 weddings (ka ching$$$$)
A camera club outing
A young (cough) entrepreneurs (choke) breakfast
Cocktails and Dinner with Kaffin and Booker
The Girly Big Thing at church, at which attendance is compulsory (ack… all that estrogen)
A Party at the Miss Lisa mansion, for no other reason that to party.
Breakfast with Ron and Jeff and the small girls at the Glasshouse at the (new) Hilton (ooh la la)

(ed. Not necessarily in that order)

And actually, this is all before December – Which is when airfares get stupidly priced…

Bugger, looks like a trans-tasman visit is out of the question, and Chops? Flick suggested a trip ‘up yonder’ in January…

It’s a certain new wibloggers birthday today… you might want to drop her a note to wish her many happy returns…

I’m sitting here, Australian Idol on the telly and House just about to start, staring at the laptop absolutely devoid of inspiration for this post.

[taps fingers on the arm rest]

waiting…

Actually, oh yeah…

I have a question…

Have you seen Flicks knickers?

She went down to the washing line to get her gear inside the other morning and a flock of Currawongs were hanging about on the Hill’s Hoists (there are 3) apparently doing the group dating thing.

As these creatures were sitting on the washing line and she had to grab her stuff she figured that they’d move when she got close enough.

Some did but there was one cheeky bugger who clearly took exception to her interrupting his flow..

He leaned over and took a pair of her knickers right off the line and flew away.

Giving chase she went to retrieve them… I mean, hot pink knickers don’t grow on trees…

And the cheeky little bastard… dropped them over the fence, the high fence… out of reach…

Into the neighbours back yard.

Apparently, as the offending articles had a new hole in them Flick left them there rather than have to fess up to ownership.

I’d have done the same…