Little Jo's mother, aka Sister, had curly blonde hair when she was three. It went dark.
Little Jo's had curly blonde hair when she was three. At the age of six, it has gone dark.
The trio from The Bellarine arrived last night and while they went off to the football, we minded Little Jo. We won't be around next week so they will stay here again in our absence whenever the next major football match happens. Bone Doctor's father is an Melbourne Cricket Club member and apparently Bone Doctor received a ticket in a ballot. How posh!
After a leisurely breakfast of cereal and crumpets, Sister and Bone Doctor went off to their flat in Murrumbeena that is between tenants at the moment. They have had it painted and were to check out carpet. They have been given a per metre price by someone local to them on The Bellarine, went to Carpet Call (where we bought our new carpet mid year), who said he could meet them next weekend and measure up and quote. They went on to Carpet Court or something like that, quite nearby and the chap realised there was an easy sale. I think the place was previously known as Maceys. We have bought carpet from there in the past. He said he could measure up today and did and gave them a price that was ok, so the carpet will be fitted next week; the layers will collect the key for the flat from the renting agent.
Bone Doctor had to do some doctor monitoring of a sporting event in Port Melbourne in the afternoon, so Sister occupied her time by exploring Port Melbourne on foot.
We were left with Little Jo. We took her to see her nanny, Mother. Mother had not seen her for ages, pre Sister's surgery. Little Jo rarely goes to McDonalds, but she knows she can push her Nanny's buttons by suggesting it as a place for lunch, and so that is where we lunched. It was very busy, but there is an older woman who has worked there for well over ten years and she organises people in queues, and separates people who want to order from those staring at the menu form those waiting for their order to be filled. Employers, do you business a favour by employing older workers.
Mother had wrecked her lounge room blind and a couple of people had tried to fix it. Her friend said, don't worry, Andrew and R will fix it, and we did. I cannot imagine how Mother managed to wreck it as the mechanism is quite well designed.
Little Jo watered some of her Nanny's plants, hosed R, hosed off his car and picked some flowers in Nanny's garden and put them into a basket and took them inside and arranged them without help and she didn't do a bad job. It was a quite pretty little vase of flowers.
"What have you been learning at school, Little Jo?"
"Compound words, Auntie Andrew".
What on earth are compound words, I thought to myself and then asked.
"They are where two words are joined to make up one word, like mailbox and..." She recited several and I have now forgotten what they were.
"Like cardboard, Little Jo?"
On the way to from Mother's, we played eye spy and sang some songs. I got through There's a Hole in the Bucket Dear Liza and I remembered most of Gilligan's Island theme tune. Between the three of us, we got through Puff, the Magic Dragon and Morning Town Ride. At one point Little Jo sang the alphabet and I exploded in anger when she got to h and pronounced it haitch. What has Sister been doing to let that happen? Once I hit publish here, I am going to send Sister a very terse text message to advise her to correct her child's error.
I won't even mention the argument R and had over the pronunciation of kilometre by the sat nav device. His argument of common usage possibly won over mine of, Gough told me.
After returning home, Little Jo sat at the desktop computer doing something for kids at our ABC. I sat with the laptop and R sat with tablet. Sister returned at 4.30 and collected Little Jo, then went to pick up Bone Doctor and head off to Geelong to a friend's place for roast lamb. Little Jo was hungry before she left so R made us all a cheese and tomato sandwich. Consequently, I wasn't hungry at evening meal time and we had baked beans on toast.