It was also photo time. Trying to get a dozen eight and nine year olds in an acceptable photo pose at the end of the day was as successful as you might expect. Normally I don't post pictures of other people's children, but I figure the chances of anyone identifying these two little munchkins is quite slight. That's mine in the middle - slightly disengaged but at least no longer rolling around the grass making cat noises.
And an order from Hancocks turned up. Because their shipping takes forever and ever and ever I had completely forgotten what I'd ordered. And some of it I'm not sure why I did - it must have been REALLY cheap. I'll use it one day, nothing is so ugly I can't find a place for it.
And I'm donating these shoes. Despite being really cute, they are not well balanced and I teetered and tottered around all day. Practicality wins, finally.
Now I'm off to mop the floors - the landscaping guys invented an excellent way of getting the paving dust down the stairs from the road to our house - they backed the ute down the driveway then stood in the tray and pegged shovelfuls of dust over the retaining wall to a waiting wheelbarrow ten feet below. When I mildly objected to the two inches of dust on the front path, they promised to sweep it up before they left. And did so, with great vigour and enthusiasm, while I had the front door open. I was sitting at the dining table and looked up to see a great fog of dust through the whole house, that then gently settled. I couldn't be cross with them ... they're nice boys, just sometimes such boys.