The eighteen balloons looked very nice, all held together in a bag. Staff told us to release them from the bag as soon as we were home, as they might overheat. What would happen if they overheated, I wondered? Will there be a helium gas explosion? The balloons just fitted into the back of the car. As we left the shop with me holding the balloons, I said to R, there must be someone in this world who has walked out of a shop and accidently let go of the bag of balloons. My grip tightened.
Hmm, a good breeze had gotten up. The balloons blew on to the side of a spiky plant. Thankfully no popping noise, or helium explosions. It was decidedly difficult to hold them still in the wind. I will hold them up higher to avoid spiny leafed plants. It was a little bit of a distance to the car. I did not even notice the strands of barbed wire atop the brick fence as I walked along until the bag hooked onto the barbed wire. Fortunately R did not notice or there would have been harsh words about my balloon carrying competence. I tried to quickly unhook the bag but it hooked itself elsewhere. Eventually I managed, and quickly walked to catch up to R before he noticed my absence.
Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo turned up to drop off some food for later. Little Jo was being taken to see the musical Matilda and did not know that we would have a party for her afterwards, and when they arrived I only just had time to hide the balloons in my ensuite, but not time to release them from the bag. Will my ensuite be blown to pieces by an overheated helium balloon explosion? Perhaps the sharp plant and barbed wire punctures in the bag will give some air circulation in the bag. All was well when they left shortly after and the balloons were set free in my ensuite and then transferred to the lounge room.
The party went well enough. As is the tradition when Little Jo has a birthday party here, she set free a helium balloon, with mumbling from Sister about fish eating fallen balloons in the ocean. The balloon headed straight for Frankston, for a fate perhaps worse than a mere deflation and being eaten by a fish. Little M watched the balloon release with fascination, so we gave her one to set free. Little Em can't even turn over on the floor yet, but she can poke her tongue out in response to someone poking their tongue out at her. I got the photo!
Funny, Little Jo has never been interested in being out on the balcony but Little M at two is fascinated with watching the world below The Highrise.
There was a little carpet cleaning to do the next day, but all is good and I think everyone enjoyed themselves and enjoyed the food.
Oldest Niece and her partner have been together for what must be ten years now. He was a reclusive skinny young kid when we met him. Now he is, how shall a say it, large. But he a great provider, just as well, and a great dad.
Oldest Niece video skyped her sister, using our broadband, who is now staying with a friend in Amsterdam after the end of her Contiki Tour. We all had a chat with her. Fire Fighting Niece had been out partying the night before and did her best to be nice and charming at 9.00 am Amsterdam time when clearly hungover on Sunday morning. Sadly Fire Fighting Nephew and his Jewish Partner could not attend the party, as they were picking up her mother from her Otways apple orchard and then flying to New York for two weeks. We knew they were going, but did not realise it was so soon. They each could choose some tour options and FF Nephew chose to attend a happy clapper black all singing and dancing gospel church in New York. No nephew, you can't recreate Sister Act and dress up as a nun.
There is other family travel news. ABI Brother is off soon to Sri Lanka with an Aussie cricket tour. They will watch Australia play Sri Lanka and do tours as well. I am a little envious. I have never fancied going to India, but the easier Sri Lanka might be nice, still Ceylon in my mind.
The remaining balloons that weren't taken away were not looking happy the next morning.
By lunch time they were resting on the floor. I think that is what really happens if they get hot. They lose their buoyancy.