I've pulled myself from the doldrums, and have really enjoyed these last few holiday days.
Unfortunately Matthew was summonsed to Winton early in the week, some nine hours drive away for a job weighing steers which took all of two hours. Such is life. The kids and I have enjoyed eating tea in the lounge-room (unheard of any other time of the year) and generally goofing around.
There's been banana cake baking, pikelet enjoyment, colourful cubby creativity,
as well as much trampolining under the tree
(not exactly OH&S compliant), but they seldom bump their heads more than once.
Matthew's Mum arrived last night for a couple of days. A very welcome distraction. And of course it's been another full blown Christmas extravaganza.
There will be nothing move, four legged or two, fur-coated or other, without having it's image forever frozen in time.
I feel another external hard drive coming on.
Timely, as today we primped and preened sale bulls,
readying them for a photography session. If I look a little reluctant to get up close and personal, it's because I was. This fella had never had a hand on him before.
It seems I haven't been the only one busy with name-tagging.
Sally can't wait until next mustering day to try out this personalised saddle blanket, and we other five are putting in orders for next Christmas already. Very special. Thankyou Old Nev.
In an effort to most effectively use some of the excess eggs and milk we currently have, we whipped up a gallon of custard,
combined it with some sponge rolls
jelly and whipped cream and called it a
trifle, which I've been hankering for, for the entire Christmas season, and had thus far evaded me.
Now, off to do seventeen laps of the front paddock on the treadly.