Mary Poppins

Really, there is nothing much to say. Life is the usual mundane series of chores - work, laundry, cooking - with the occasional episode of Dr Who to give Phoebe nightmares. Holden is now on holidays, interspersed with birthday parties (two in four days). He went to one on Friday after school, up at Bellevue Hill. The front entranceway of the house was probably bigger than the whole block we live on here. The harbour views were pretty spectacular. But you know what? The kid's mother was wearing a suit (no doubt with a serious label) that looked like it was made from Mary Poppins' carpetbag. I have to take consolation where I can.