Today it is indeed Dead Calm here. The kids have gone back to school, both of them apparently very happy about it. You can tell I'm thrilling company.
Andrew recently had a significant birthday. He complained about it a great deal. So we had to get him a good present, and we settled on a kayak. This pic is actually him and Phoebe in a hired kayak in New Zealand (taken by my mother); his new kayak is much nicer, although it's not a streamlined fibreglass racing number. Think Volvo stationwagon as opposed to Aston Martin. Of course he would have preferred the Aston Martin, but [insert cliche].
We also had a lovely lunch for him (if I say so myself as executive chef) at his parents' place (which conveniently has a beach that we could casually leave the kayak on).
This weekend we are heading down to Tassie - we're only going for one night, so I think that counts as jetsetting, doesn't it? It's our friend Phil's 40th, so we're joining him for lunch to celebrate. And to get our dose of Tasmania, although I'm hoping they're not sharing South Australia's weather (apparently 40 degrees at ten o'clock this morning).
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