Hope you are all well? I've been good and done all my chores this morning, tea is in the slow cooker so now only right I have 5 minutes peace to write to you all.
My actual drama this week happened Friday afternoon, like the subject suggests.....
I thought I'd have a relaxing day (for once) and I was sat enjoying watching a film and trying to curl unruly mop (one burnt finger later and mop in even more disarray) my phone rings and I see its Charlotte calling. Only it's not Charlotte on the other end its her friends saying Charlotte's fainted by the lake and they don't know what to do, my reply "don't worry she'll be ok'. Then I actually realised they wanted me to do something!
Right I'm on my way I tell them but warn them I'm on my bike as Sean has the car (Truck won't pass the roadworthy, another story there not today though)
TX Sean saying whats happened and jump on my bike, this time my sense of direction is spot on and I get to Charlotte where she is now spark out on the floor under a tree with 2 federal police standing crossed armed over her.
Hi I say, I'm her mum.
Comfort Charlotte who is a shivering wreck now and as white as a ghost, settle her down (ish) then get asked to step to the side by policeman number 2, took all her details and mine. I breezily tell them they can go now I can sort her out, I'm told the paramedics are on their way, panic sets in then thinking we might get lumbered with a big bill, of course I was concerned about Charlotte but she was OK!
A few minutes later the paramedics turn up and honestly the one that settled Charlotte down was amazing, calm, considerate, joking but very sensitive to her. Really nice guy.
Policemen number 1 still standing there with his arms cross looking cross, paramedic number 2 now talking to policeman number 2.
Charlotte's friend then asks the policeman number 2 if he's ever tasered anyone and they've had no effect, he reaches for his taser and said not yet but there's always a first, and then asked if she wanted to try it!
Paramedic number 2 asked me why we were here in Australia and I tell him about Sean working for Ikea, that's it then all care and attention off Charlotte and conversation about Ikea starts for the next 10 minutes.
When Sean arrived they treated him like a celebrity. They really did especially when he's in his nice bright yellow Ikea top. Hehehehe. (He hates it)
So anyway Charlotte is then pulled up while dragging half the twigs and branches from the nearby tree in her hair and is up and normal (ish)
Sean brings her home and I get back on my bike and pedal home. Thinking yay another story!!
I get home and I find Sean has invited a little friend in to play. (picture attached) I love this dog and I actually have renamed him puppy dog his real name is Buddy but he likes puppy dog better.
He lives across the road but is always escaping (he's not that well secured) and he's the one that ripped my dress last week after being LOST for over an hour (did you all remember that ?!!!)
He's such a lovely dog and we haven't heard him bark once yet. After lots of cuddles I thought I'd better take him home, no answer so I did think I'd better keep him but then thought better actually just put him in his back yard so I did.
While we're on the subject of 4 legged animals, I think we had a possum, rat, dingo, small person or crocodile in / on the roof.
Sat here Saturday night drinking prosecco and toasting the happy couple and Sean mutes the TV, I'm watching a film on my kindle (the one I was supposed to be watching Friday morning before Charlotte's drama, by the way was Equaliser and by the way is pretty pants) I get instructed to take off my head phones and listen.
Of course the first thing I do is shriek jump off the sofa then immediately jump back on it in case its a scary I'm listening too. (perfectly reasonable)
Then I hear it, a small scrabbling noise which is directly above us.
Sean jumps on the kitchen island and thumps the ceiling, and when I asked whats that going to do he replies quite shortly 'I dunno, what do you want me to do Mad'
So we stand there frozen to the spot, Sean on the island hand ready to thump the ceiling again and we wait and we wait and we wait.... there it is again,
I am shrieking by now and asking Sean will a possum punch its way through the ceiling. He replies 'probably" so I now have images of a possum invasion, not great and not what I want on a Saturday night or indeed any night.
My senses are now on over drive and I tell Sean that I can hear someone in the laundry room or something, so we both creep down there, at this stage its like something out of horror film when you know the audience are shouting 'Don't go down there, idiots'
Sean throws open the laundry door and luckily no one and nothing is there (still just dirty washing but as least now my trick has worked and Sean now knows where the laundry room is at least!)
Back up to the living room and the scrabbling is still there, Sean is bored now and concludes its not a possum as apparently they make a screeching noise and as there is no screeching other than mine its safe to carry on drinking prosecco.
Images of scaries wearing hobnail boots filled my thought that night.
Sean then says "it was probably just an owl Mad"
"Er yeah right" I say.
Yesterday we decided to go canoeing, just me Sean and Ob, Charlotte was at the mall. So I suggest we go to the lake. NEVER AGAIN. Well yes again to the lake but canoeing with Sean NO. Now BIL and SIL will understand this as we have ventured out together once which was hilarious. But I have concluded that married people should not a) go to Mount Stromlo together and now b) not canoe together.
I row nearly every day in my spare room so I know I am of competition standard my husband how ever is NOT.
Ob was well away only having himself to worry about and argue with, while us on the other hand made the 30 minutes into near suicidal / murder situation. I was at the front and he obviously was at the back. I was on a roll happy to pootle along, Sean on the other hand spotted a boat about 3 miles (happy Sam, miles not KPH!!) and panic set into him and he started shrieking "Mad a boat, a boat Mad, row faster" So I row like my life depends on it, Sean is rowing the opposite side so we are going no where fast.
More screeching from Sean, Ob is oblivious as to whats going on, mainly because the boat was MILES away. It really had no need to blow its blummin horn we were trying to get out of the way. Sigh.
At this point I'm yelling at Sean that I'm going to jump in if he doesn't shut up, he tells me to carry on. I respond by telling him "I would if i wanted to so there"
(I'm sure you have all been in this situation haven't you?!!!!)
We then sulk and sit in silence for 5 minutes until we realise thank god the half hour is up.
Ob gets out his canoe when we reach the bank and says "that was awesome can we do it again another day"
2 NO's said in unison and we strop back to the car.
Sean then redeems himself by cooking an amazing BBQ but true to style leaves endless amounts of washing up for yours truly.
(Picture attached),
Right lovely people, that's all folks.
Have to look for a job now, I have applied for.............
I think its almost reaching....... double figures
(just 6 more to go) hahahahaha
xxxxxx
PS
The other picture is from this morning when I went to the nature reserve for a cycle ride, managed to freak myself out by thinking scaries were on my back, a twig was a cobra (are those the ones that appear when you blow your wooden flute? Well that's what I thought it was anyway) and a tree stump was a roo waiting to pounce and punch me.
Sigh.
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