After a 3:30 am start yesterday morning, a drive which for half the trip included a smelly dog and for all the drive included some sibling dispute over appropriate personal space levels, we are here. At the capital. So high up in an apartment block that I have forbidden all balcony excursions by anybody sharing a surname with me.
Five minutes after heaving luggage to said apartment, I hauled somewhat recalcitrant children on a brisk three blocks south walk, followed by two blocks west to admire all that is the Queen Street Mall. Unfortunately my enthusiasm was not fully shared. I did manage to acquire a turquoise beaded necklace
(following the non-arrival of my previously ordered overseas delight), to find that the maker of such beaded delights was in fact a cousin to one of our much loved neighbours. Her delight at finding a fellow northerner did not extend to offering hugely discounted jewellery.
And today we headed to the
where the children started the day as auxillary crowd-fillers on the Today show;
watching Ruby Rubberlegs contort her body in such a fashion to fit it into that box slightly smaller than a fish-tank.
We then moved onto the judging arena where Dad was doing his thing:
which all took far longer than the children had anticipated.
A quick detour to Sideshow Alley and the Showbag Pavilion assisted in placating the restless mob. I will not be held responsible for any cattle's misbehaviour due to the bow and arrow wielding ninja who then appeared ring-side.
The discovery of fungee bungee
brought smiles to everyone's faces.
Tomorrow we're auditioning with Cirque du Solei.