Don't Bat an Eyelid

Where'd the weekend go?! Honestly, what is the world coming to when the weekend goes so fast that it's gone before you know it. I guess it is a very small consolation that the weeks go by quickly too.

On the subject of the weekend it was one of the better ones of late:

As I mentioned in the last post we managed to spend some good time with Abbey on the Saturday, mainly clothes shopping for her, but I know that the part she enjoyed the most was stopping off in a cafe for a hot dog and a chocolate milkshake. It does age me how many of the clothes for 8 year olds these days are designed to make them look 14 or 15. How short are the skirts? Ok, so maybe I'm not fashionable but hmmmm ... this is my daughter we're talking about and she's not even a teenager yet. Far from it.

In the evening I went over to D's house for some more guitar lessons, although jam session sounds cooler. I can actually say it was a jam session this time because I did manage to contribute properly to the jam! I still felt dead chuffed this morning when I got up and I took ages to wind down last night from the guitar-god heaven I ascended too oh so briefly. Basically one of us went through some bluesy chord progressions while the other ad-libbed some solo's over the top of it. Then we (mostly) seamlessly swapped roles and then back again and then back again and so on. I need to find myself a proper blues name. Might need to get some boot polish too so that I at least look a bit more authentic.

Other than recapping my previous days glories by picking up the guitar again today I did manage to get those pesky lawns cut and put up the larger items of shelving that we bought.

I shouldn't forget to also mentioned that Ab also graduated from her Level 2 (Yabbies) swimming class and will now be in the Level 3 (Stingrays) class from next week. She was over the moon and it's nice to feel a little high from seeing her so happy about it.

Before I sign off this posting I wanted to post the YouTube clip below. Meg, our cat with irritable bowel syndrome (I kid ye not), was making a bit of a noise at the patio door and Joseph was making garbled cat noises back at the poor little incontinent thing. (Side note: Meg also has the ability to say "yes" and, judging by her face at the time, the ability to release the most satisfying feline farts possible. The other cat, Ollie, has been known to say "woof" and he can't meow very well. Anyway...). The noises Joseph made back at Meg reminded me of a cartoon cat called Charlie that appeared on English TV in the 70's and 80's warning kids to keep away from strange people and to always tell your Mum where you were going, etc, etc. Anyone who lived in the UK during this time will know the ads I am talking about.

This advertisement always amazed me from an early age because Charlie the cat could talk really well while eating a fish and the kid understood every word he said.

Having watched this clip and one or two of the other ones again today for the first time in over 20 years I have learned some other things: strange men have legs that don't bend at the knees when they walk; another ad should be created where Charlie tells us that talking with your mouth full could potentially kill you particularly when you're eating items of food with large bones; in the other ad which I haven't linked below the little boy's mother was obviously having an affair with the milkman.

Enjoy and have a great week!