Well, that's him into his rehearsal year for teenagerdom. It hasn't been a bad start. I slogged away this afternoon to create a cake that I felt would blend two of his great loves. Chocolate and mayonnaise. It weilded a nice gooey cake, but Finn never made it in to the house after school. I had to cut it in half and take it out to Shannons car as Finn was ensconced there with John and they were off for another 'last' play at See-ams. 5 days until handover of the Lakehouse. Shannon and Steve were going out to a Barn Dance at Hawea. Spook and I thought that sounded like a great thing, but I never saw a man less wanting to dance in a barn than Steve who was trying to ply John's parents and I with wine when we went to pick the boys up and use us as an excuse to not go. But I had to get Finn to the pizza place for the birthday takeaway and choose a DVD for family viewing, and I had a husband at home who was professing to be very sad at leaving us. Steve said he understood. He always says that to Shannon when he is heading off for a trip, leaving her and the 3 children behind - it's standard practise. And indeed, Spooks sadness will be short-lived when he heads to the Sunshine Coast and then Whistler for lots of cycling (and sunshine, one presumes).
Another wet round the edges kind of day, but not too cold.
grateful for:..............och, lot's.
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