I am not sure who won the Melbourne Cup. Gone are the days of wearing a strange thing on my head and drinking bubbles in the afternoon. I am also a little squirmy about gambling. Once upon a time a worked in community welfare and got to see some of the results of gambling. And no, it wasn't commonly a big fancy house and a car and lots of gold jewellery. I understand that a little flutter is fun and all but for some people it ain't that easy.
(This is fast becoming a rather random post...)
We had a builder here today to supply quotes for skylights. As he was looking at the kitchen, Minnie ran in and announced very loudly 'I want to wee in the garden like Daisy-Cat.' Priceless. So was the look on his face.
I will be back soon with some photos of the sewing room - new storage solutions are in place. But it still looks like a squat in there... Give me a few days. My dear friend and I both spend a lot of our sleeping and waking hours dreaming/thinking of storage solutions. Hours spent at Ikea, at Ikea.com.au and in the Ikea catalogue. Does this happen to all women when they become adults/parents/WAHM's?
Maurice Monster is a new lad in the shop. More to come...