Friday

This is supposed to be the last fine day before the rain sets in for the weekend. They had better be wrong because the grass really needs mowing - and now that the RockStars (the visiting Clydesdales) are in the area we want them to know that we do make an effort. And, of course, there's laundry to be done again.
We took M and Mouse to the airport this afternoon and they made their plane in good time because luckily we didn't encounter much traffic on the way down (and who knew there weren't transit lanes or the Gold Coast Highway or that speed camera vans hang out on the road from the airport - I'm fairly sure we were okay even though we didn't see the dark van until we were passing it. As soon as I realized what it was, I slowed down (read: hit the brakes) but by that stage, if you've been going too fast it's already too late.)
S and I had dinner at Robina on the way back from the airport before coming home to the animals who were waiting for the television (and perhaps even a heater) to be turned on so they could watch the MasterChef Master Class - and Oprah's last show. Something must have gone wrong along the way because at one point during MasterChef, S tried to attract my attention (I was under headphones) to point out that not one, not two, but three of the cats were sitting on the outside side of the front door asking to be let in. We took that opportunity - when we had let them in to the right side of the front door - to go into lock down and they have now put themselves in their respective beds (none of them in M's bedroom) hopefully for the night.
It is different being in on a Friday night rather than at Family and Friends dinner. We were saying in the car on the way to pick up Mouse that we had missed F and F dinner last week and this week - so it is obviously F (who has been away for both of those nights) who is the glue that binds. He's due back with his sister next Wednesday.
S had a great idea this evening. We were talking about the treadmill and that I am going to have to get it serviced because it's "vacation" does not seem to have served it well ... it's "catchy" - which means I have to constantly monitor it while I'm on it - rather than just being able to watch television or read - which makes the time go infinitely slower or seem like it is - and S suggested - when I said that I might be able to find something on the web to help - suggested that I ask F, or Keith or maybe even Doug - all of whom know which end of what tool should go where on whatever it is they are looking at. Until we can get this happening I am just going to have to take it pretty easy and carefully on the treadmill.