Sunday

The Sun was out when we woke this morning - does this mean "the curse" has been lifted or that they know we're going today?

Mouse has a cold! She's apparently had it for a couple of days but I didn't notice until this morning when we saw her at the Markets and her speech was "thick''. Poor Mouse - but a simple cold is not enough to slow her down!

M had done three good deeds this morning before getting to the Markets - not a bad effort at all! He can be proud of himself. He allowed a dog to follow him home; he rescued some ducklings who, when trying to jump up on a kerb following their parents had fallen down a grate, and then he was called to help with the neighbour's toddler who had caught her leg between the bars of her cot - he gave her same liquorice to distract her while he slathered her leg with some cream (that would be a lotion rather than the dairy product) and coaxed it free. All this from a man who had eight hours in the dentist's chair this week. He's been having his food pureed since then, and A suggested that she was glad it wasn't her - she had tasted the food she was preparing for him and even though one of the ingredients was pickled chilli she thought it didn't have much taste.

A had made a cake for the Markets and she tried not to tell people what it was until they tried it. This was a great idea because it was wonderful and I don't think some of us (including me - in fact, probably only me) would have tried it if we'd known one of the key ingredients was pumpkin!

After the Markets, S and I took ourselves off to Harvey Norman - to see if their 20% off sale on iPod accessories held any treasures for us. S needed some new headphones (tick) and I invested in some more blank DVDs - since Nik (the Nikon) came into our lives, I've needed more!

Then, it was back to the Big House for the Miss Kitty promotional draw. Several hours later, we left - none the richer, but I had managed to book M's birthday Opera tickets, checked the job ads, decided on some employment agencies to which to send my CV, penned some more of a letter to D, watched a few hands of CSP (up to almost $80,000 now), had a freshly-squeezed orange juice and seen the finishing touches being put on a Toblerone (the drink, not the chocolate). Not a bad afternoon's work! Of course, we could also have had a wager on L's horse, but it ended up not racing today.