As much as one tries to purvey a sense of effortless style, my attempts are thwarted at every turn by those with whom I must share this abode.
They do things like this to my hair while I try to relax:
and then further assault my senses with signage such as this appearing on the toilet door:
In totally unrelated news, I yesterday successfully implemented my first 'Click & Collect' grocery purchase, meaning I may never actually step foot inside a grocery store again, a revelation bringing me much cheer. My huge order was placed online and then collected from the store, (a convenience only available in our regional town in recent weeks) where the lovely young lass even helped place said groceries in my vehicle. Bliss.
Unfortunately this quick trip to town resulted in some expensive damage to my car with a rock flicked from a truck onto the roof of my wagon, smashing the sunroof into three million segments. Why there is a sunroof in our four wheel drive wagon is beyond my reasoning also, but as Sally explained to somebody at school pickup Friday, "it'd be real handy for shootin' rabbits". Rather fortuitously we are currently experiencing an extended dry spell and hopefully the sunroof will be repaired before spring storms eventuate. Or possibly I'll use it as a rather valid excuse for the state of my windswept locks.
To any of my Western Australian readers, if you've seen a tall, dark cowboy-looking dude in your midst, tell him he should head home now. Guest speaker at a Food Festival lunch in the Gascoyne region of WA (east of Carnarvon I believe),
where he was sent to extoll the virtues of Brahman cattle. How if bred, raised and handled correctly, Brahmans do provide a wonderful eating experience and should no longer be stereo-typed as brindle, speary-horned and mad (no commentary from my wagyu-breeding friend necessary), although I will add that I enjoyed a Master Kobe Rump steak while visiting the Ekka.
In his absence I have rekindled my love-hate relationship with our irrigator, and am now more than ready for him to return.
Three quarters of my children are packing to head off on school camp tomorrow, leaving Sally most excited about the prospect of being an only child, if only for three days. With a birthday coming up later in the week, she can barely sleep with anticipation of the week ahead. And Daddy returns tomorrow.
And now I have lunch to prepare and an irrigator to shift.
Style ... who am I kidding???