Just what I was hoping for.....

Glamorous, with just a hint of tragic and clumsy.   Seriously, could they make the dressing any more obvious??   I think next time I manage to get something manky attached to my retina,  I'll just go straight for the Stevie Wonder shades....much cooler.  

Reading Jan 22-28

is for reading

After writing off the last ten days or so because of my committments at the evac centre, I am once again back into my books.  This week saw me putting my Kindle to one side for one of the Cynthia Harrod Eagles Dynasty series,  The Foreign Field.  This series starts with the Wars of the Roses and the volume I'm currently reading deals with WW1.   Each and every book in the series (and there are more than 30 at last count) is a mesmerising read, bringing the charactors in the Morland family into contact with real life royalty, political figures and other notable individuals from the varying time periods....everyone from Henry VIII to Florence Nightingale and Anastasia Romanov.    Brilliant.   If there are any other Dynasty addicts out there, I can proudly claim to have completed a full family tree from The Founding to The Foreign Field.  Obsessed??  Just a lot.   In other directions, I have also completed The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis, plus probably every separate adventure that Thomas the Tank Engine ever had, heehee.  Not that I'm adding them to my list (can I do that??), but it was neat to find that Thomas was such a hit with the kids at QE2 (even if half of them didn't speak much English).  

Next up I'm looking at starting my audiobook challenge with the Sookie Stackhouse series on mp3.....loving me a little late nite fang.

Quiet

in my house.  I can hear the fan turning.  Second son is back at school and Firstborn is making the most of his last hours of freedom by spending the day in bed with headphones attached.  I will admit to missing second son very much this morning.  He's good company.  And he drowns out the quiet.  I think I'm lonely.  Sigh.

Beginning of the end

It's the last night of the school holidays.  My kids have to go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up at an unreasonable one tomorrow.  I have to work the crossing.  And make an appointment to see second sons's new teacher.  And get into the whole daily routine again.  Lunchboxes,  band practice,  swimming kit.   Bus passes and permission slips.   Uniforms and detention slips (hopefully not too many this year, heehee)  Assignments and report cards.   Counting the days till Easter.......

Out with a bang.....

We're going to Dreamworld.  Kicking and screaming all the way.  (Me, that is, not the boys.  They love it.  I don't.)  I figured after all the lost evenings with me at the evac centre, I owed them a good day out to finish up the holidays.  It would be an even better day if I could take a book and sit under a tree somewhere while they ripsnort around like rabid monkeys, but we all know that's not gonna happen.  Second son has been more or less permanently attached since I've been volunteering....just a touch jealous, methinks.  Still, I like to have him close.  He makes me laugh.  And doesn't force me to defy death on any of those godawful rides.  We're train/vintage car people as opposed to Giant Drop afficionados.  And we like it like that.   It's starting to rain, so that's obviously my cue to load up the car and get moving.  Later.