Hairspray

Why Hairspray? Well, the kids had their school musical last week (which I co-wrote the script for, believe it or not) and I also gave Phoebe the Hairspray soundtrack album as one of her birthday presents. The little monster turned SEVEN on Wednesday. I still think of her as the baby. Clearly she's not.

Birthday celebrations are taking place tomorrow (Saturday) night, with a 'space movie slumber party'. Everyone comes over, we project movies onto the wall of the living room (Lilo & Stitch and ET), feed them during interval and then feed them again when they wake up in the morning. And then we hope the parents turn up to take them away.

I am not very organised. I still have to finish sewing lolly bags, hem the special silver sequin dress I made Phoebe, make the cake (oh yeah, design the cake first), etc. Never mind. I'm sure it will all work out. And when it does I will take photos and post them.

To Kill a Mockingbird

From which this cat, Atticus Finch, gets his name. He was once a sleek and handsome cat. He is now 10, and very, very, very fat. I blame Andrew, who insists on feeding him 'special' food.



So anyway, nothing is happening as usual. Except that it seems to be spring. The plum tree is a mass of white blossom and bees are busily ensuring that we spend all summer sweeping squishy plums off the ground (they are full of fruit fly, which is why we don't eat them or turn them into jam). My bluebells are a bit stalky, but pretty, and the kaffir lime tree has an abundance of purply new growth.

Tomorrow I am going to Perth for a few days for another 40th birthday party. My friend Casey has been living in Perth for a while now, but I've never been there, so it will be interesting to see what it's like.