The Rave Party (is that what the kids are calling it now days?)
The neighbours parents were away at their unit up the coast so the kids decided to trow a party! After six hours of house/dance music (formerly known as techno) we had a neighbour on the edge. The neighbour I believe was a reformed bad arse bikie (RBAB) After music like THIS most of the night and they were blowing whistles too, what is with that? I believe it was THIS song which tipped RBAB over the edge. (don't ask me how I know these songs, I will never reveal it)
Anyway, it was my neighbourhood duty to phone the police. I was afraid by not doing this it may have resulted in police of the CSI kind with their fluro lights and undertakers, if the RBAB’s threats were anything to go by. Two or three police cars came and parents were phoned. I didn’t see or hear RBAB again. I think he may have bunkered down in his basement secret hideaway with what ever BABs keep down there. Once I had tucked myself back into bed I had a smile on my face thinking ‘ that was so much better than getting up for soccer in the middle of the night’
Ladies Who Lunch
A beautiful bloggy friend and I met up for a spot of antique shopping at Brisbane’s Woolloongabba Antique Centre where we feasted our eyes and our wallets (just slightly) on some little treasures.
It also provided me with time to have a closer look at goods at The Old Boathouse and Divine Finds. I saw a very nice lounge at Divine Finds and I want it, but alas do not have the room currently to have it. Too many beautiful things, not enough space!
Then I was introduced to Michael Allen’s of the antiques by the same name. And there were some stunning things in that shop let me tell you! It wasn’t until later that I realised I had purchased an ottoman / footstool from him a few years back at the Brisbane Antiques Fair.
We then swanned about Magnolia Interiors. I bought a new book to help with a current project then a spot of lunch with a nice glass of a NZ Sauv Blanc PLUS dessert.
Had coffee and a chat with two of my sisters and discussed all things hair and fashion – as always. I love my sisters.
Then it was back to the reality which is school holiday hell.
Digella's School Holiday Survival Guide
The clutter bucket. (Part Shannon Lush, part Digella)
How to get everything back where it belongs at any time of the day.
Grab a bucket / basket / box. I use one of those portable shopping baskets (its pink of course) and walk around the house or the area collecting anything which doesn't belong. (I like to sing "one of these things is not like the others" at this point. Then, once its full I call "clutter bucket time" and if it is not cleared within two minutes it goes in the bin. At this point I sing "another one bites the dust"
You must be prepared to throw something out you maybe don't want to. But I can assure you, this will only happen once - watch those little sweethearts fight to get to the clutter bucket like an ibis on fish and chips!
Your house will be tidy in no time!
The Magic Clock (this is all my own)
Getting children to bed before you tip over the edge (for the umpteenth time in one day)
At around 6pm fast forward all clocks (between 30 mins and an hour forward works well) gets them to bed at normal time but they think its lake. Perfect for away from home holidays because they have been so active all day they will drop to sleep no troubles.
Remove any gadgets showing time (ie ipods)
Ensure you turn clocks back otherwise you could get an unwelcome early morning wake up.
Can not be used on teenagers. Too bloody smart! And don't try and get too cocky and fast forward two hours and try to put them to bed when the sun is still up. Their little bull-shit-o-meters will be on high alert and cover blown!
If all else fails during school holidays, insist you have one of these built and retreat. With wine of course.
So there you go, there is a little bit of an update of what has been going on. I am having breakfast with Maggie Beer tomorrow thanks to Black Pearl Epicure and will have my camera at the ready. I am praying she does not speak of offal as she did the last time I met her, I nearly did a little vomit in my mouth! eewwww
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