Unexpected Return

Bloody hell, she's posting twice in one month!

Well, you're right to be shocked and dismayed; what could it mean!

Digging

Normally it would take me weeks to recover from the rants of the previous post, but being fired on Wednesday has invigorated me in strange ways. I definitely feel that it was for the best, much like falling out of a bird's nest and landing softly in a cat's lap; the adrenalin has kept me running. I've been busier than a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.

This is my digging hand.

Putt Putt Bang

I've done about 40 loads of washing, and will have to re-wash most of it, as it done gone sour before space became available on the drying rack.

Mr M, kicking 'er in the guts

I've washed both of my dogs. Trust me, that's a big deal.

Oldtimers, waiting for lunch

I finally watched Twilight. Seriously, I felt like I was 16 years old, sneaking fags and asking my friend to ask his friend if he'll go out with me. I knew it was cheesy, but I brought the crackers and dug that cheese baby. I immediately went over to my sister's house and borrowed all the books.

Artistic shot of old tin full of fusty old oil. Sorry.

There's an Emu on the other side of this fence.

I followed this by Let The Right One In. It wouldn't play on my DVD properly. There were no subtitles. I watched it in Swedish. It was one of the best movies I've ever seen. I couldn't understand a word. I never got to watch the end though as it crashed my player, so I reserve the right to change my mind upon watching the whole thing, but I have a good feeling. What I did see, rocked my vampire world. Not like Blade or The Hunger, but in it's own freaky Swedish way.

Eyeing off some spanners while the big boys aren't looking.

I've laid rows of bricks around the garden beds which had an annoying habit of spreading onto the path. This meant that the dogs thought it was garden, and dropped nuggets all over it, so we were constantly traipsing around in dog turds and washing it out of our shoes. ANNOYING.

YYYEEEEAAAAWWWWAAAAARRRRRRRR

Happiness is a Chocolate Muffin

And on Sunday we packed up the kids, the snags and the camera and loped up to Bundoora Park, where Mr M belongs to the Eltham Steam and Stationary Engine Preservation Society (their clubhouse is on the grounds - all the above photos were taken there on Sunday). It was a last minute decision to ease our cabin fever, and I took one for the team, knowing that Mr M and the kids would love it. It turned out that the price was fair; I did have to watch putt-putt-bangs being started up, but I also got to eat sausages in bread with old men, so... win / win, right?