So the last day of winter has left the whoop whoop ... and inside the house it was 37 degrees celcius. I have done the conversion for you this time BJ .. that is 98.6 degree farinheit I believe. And it was WINTER.
The boys are already swimming in the pools across the road. I am in no sleeve tops with my fat mumma upper arms flapping in the breeze, a hot breeze. I take two steps forward at work and one step back.
I have seen pics of the whoop whoop in the wet, the wet season. We are an island. It's going to be so bizarre.
Darling Boy has learnt two indigenous aboriginal words already and can use them in his story telling like a pro. Mumba is ghost and the other is for boomerang but I cannot recall it.
The kids at kindy are calling MIC 'uncle'. He is in. They call me 'Mrses', I say call me Le. They smile ultra white toothy smiles, framed with shy brown eyes and say 'ok auntie'.
I have two boxes and one junk pile to sort. I am happy sad tonight. Happy to be here, sad not to be there. Ahh life is a quandary some days. My mum / nanna is booked for a mid October visit, ya double ya. MIC will use the time to head back to Bris Vegas to do some maintenance on our house.