The weekend with the weather bomb

Hi,

What a good weekend.  We went out for dinner on Friday night with Sally and Andrew to the Lone Star.  It was ok - mountains of food.  Toby wanted to stay home and vege out but he came around to the idea and I drove in with him and met the others.

Saturday morning was swimming and Toby swam well.  His instructor has left unexpectedly and he has an older man teaching him.  First time he hasn't had a woman - and this man takes no prisoners.  Toby might learn super fast this term.

Some shenanigans in the afternoon where my agenda (having lunch with Aidan and Josh in town) clashed with Mike's agenda (slightly more important shopping for bits of spouting and drainage gravel) and I only saw Aidan and Josh briefly as they popped in to collect Toby for swimming.  Toby however had a ball with them and got his Cubs badge for swimming - stage one and stage two.  Cool!

Mike, in the meantime, put up spouting like it was something easy.  My job was to stay close by in case of emergencies.  Not that I was needed for such things.  Toby was dropped off and he was starving so we ate tea and Mike decided he would finish the spouting tomorrow morning.  Then he checked the forecast.  Apparently a weather bomb was due to drop onto us on Sunday morning.  So Mike said he'd finish the spouting after tea.  And after 90 minutes of America's Funniest Home Videos (groan).

So, in the dark, Mike was attaching bits of plastic to the house, scampering back and forth over the scaffolding.  Around 9:15pm, it was my turn.  I was the gopher for a while, climbing up and down to get things.  Then we attached the spouting and Mike realised there was a little bit more work to do.  He put that little task off till Sunday.

Sunday was an amazing start to the day.  The rain was coming down like a fire hose was switched on.  The spouting stayed on (good on you Mike) and funneled water all over the place.  Mike was leading a family day walk and Toby and I wimped out.  But after lunch the weather came right - lovely and sunny.  Wally came around with the kids to use our washing machine (they are up to their eyeballs in renovations too and have no washing machine at the moment).

Mike got home and finished the spouting in lovely sunshine.  Then we were off to Benjamin's birthday party celebrations at Los Pan des Meurtos (The bread of the dead - if I can spell any Spanish at all).  It was a very good night indeed, even if I did miss out on Sweet Mother's Kitchen again (that was where Aidan and Josh had lunch the day before, and I was consoling myself with the knowledge I had another invitation there).  The Mexican restaurant was good anyway.

Bring on the week!
Love,
Angela