I am a bad blogger. I have half written the first day of our UK tour, but it is unfinished because it was family time today.
Saturday night we went into town for a quick, cheap and delicious Thai meal and then on to White Night Festival, well to what was on in Treasury Gardens. It rained down upon us but we were stoic. Trams had stopped well short of the city so there was a lot of walking. My new puffy jacket bought at the the uncollected rack at the dry cleaners kept me warm, but I struggled to find the zip pull for the hood to keep my coiffure dry. R examined it with an inscrutable scrute and said, it is a zip on hood and clearly it is missing. Well, for $18, it was cozy but no hood and so I had wet hair. I didn't die.
We were absolutely done in by such a late night at White Night when we arrived home at 8.30pm.
We had to be out of bed at the ungodly hour of 8.30 Sunday morning (and I thought I was a morning person but what time I wake and what time I get up are two different things. I like to have an online chat with the smouldering hot Paulo in Brazil early morning), and out by 10 to see Oldest Niece, her husband and her two daughters Little M and Little Em, along with their six week old brother Little L, and gosh he is little but putting on weight nicely now with a combo of breast and bottle. He is just gorgeous. Before we arrived Oldest Niece wanted to rush off to shops to buy something to have with coffee, but her husband said, don't worry, Andrew and R will bring something, and we did.
Then it was on to see Hippie Niece, and her two year old latte coloured twins, ex Sis in Law and her husband, and Tradie Brother turned up. Tradie Brother has an alcohol interlock system on his car now after not having a driving license for six months. He was very flat and not his normal infused by a drink or two self. The twins alternated between being delightful and screaming banshees. We still can't tell them apart but they can now tell us who is H and who is W. We had cake for them too, although at the last minute R bought meringue sticks for the twins. What a sugar hit, but still, they were sleepy when we left in good time to be home for R's nanna nap and my online chat to the ever so weird Wolfie in Germany. Ex Sis in Law's pug dog had eight pups a couple of weeks ago. Eyes not open but how cute they are. She is a good mother.
It is Fire Fighting Nephew's wife's birthday and they must be in New South Wales as they put up a photo on FB of the Dog on the Tuckerbox Five Miles from Gundagai.