It's been much the same around here the past couple of weeks. No elaborate bake-offs to report, no room re-decorating, no gardening make-overs, just the same old, same old. Watching paddocks turn brown as they do this time of year, ferrying molasses to hungry heifers, preparing bulls for sale in a week's time, irrigating lucerne and more of the mundane.
Reportable incidents over the past couple of weeks do include our first ever town-run. Feeling like the Beverley hillbillies amongst a sea of Lorna-Jane clad athletes, we did have a lot of fun. Jess and I ended with a sub-30 5K (which was our hope), Sarah only a few minutes behind. We decided we'd do it again and have our names down for another next month.
I returned to an empty house a few mornings ago and found the troops gathered around Mama Pig.
Unfortunately, it hasn't gone well, with our very overweight Mama squashing many since.
She is going to find herself involved in a rather intensive diet and exercise program before next pregnancy. Just think of it as a lifestyle Mama.
We've been into school for a "celebration of learning" afternoon, where parents were treated to drama performances, poetry and a display of pre-recorded advertisements, all part of this term's curriculum.
The only other excitement was a visit from these two goons who found themselves in the pig paddock but seemed to have no recollection of how they got there and how they would get themselves back out. I was pleased to return from the school run to find them gone.
And today marks the beginning of school holidays. Our favourite time of the year.