I suppose we bring it on ourselves, but I wish life would be a bit slower at times.
Bone Doctor and Sister went to the footy today. Who looked after Little Jo? You whistle, I will point.
So after doing shopping this morning, and checking out some details on a new mobile for me, Little Jo arrived. We took her for a tram ride to town. Unbidden, Little Jo sang The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round. I should have interjected tram. Some nice tram drivers waved to her. She enthusiastically went along with the busker at Fed Square. Of course she preferred to get the lift down to the river bank than use the stairs.
She said she did not like Riverside bar. I don't like it here. Bad luck kiddo. We do. Her opinion changed once chips and chino arrived. Another tram ride to Bourke Street and a visit to Target for the latest Wiggles dvd, Popcorn and then home.
She watched Popcorn and I did not think she connected the dvd with real popcorn, but then came 'Aunty Andrew, popcorn'. I give her a small amount in her own basket now. We have learned.
Sister and Bone Doctor returned from footy and we went off together and met the Brother friends at Balaclava Hotel for dinner. Family bashed off quickly after eating and we chatted and joked with the Brother friends. We took a walk along Carlisle Street, up and down and we were gobsmacked at the changes in shops.
Tomorrow, we are carting Mother to the hills for Devonshire Tea and catch up with news from ABI brother about his Australian Sports Tour to Ole Blighty and the Turkish war zone.