We had a lesson with the boss on the Esse cooker , a bit of a fine tune with the plumber and then we filmed a YouTube clip.

We started shifting stuff back into the white rooms but tried our hardest to be choosy.

We sent Miss Indi off to a Bar Mitzvah party.

We partied like rock stars on Saturday night.
We frocked up and hung out with friends that are more like family, that share our history.

Then we tried to remember to enjoy the rarity that is the seedy Sunday.
We felt our age when it took us days to recover.

We started to consider swapping a road trip up the coast for an inner city stay.

We made crazy hair styles for school.

We were informed by Miss Pepper that teddies are stuffed!!

I knitted more stripes for the pipes.

We finished with Miss Pepper's vomits and started with Miss Indi's.

We spent the day in Ballarat while the Prado got a chunky new tow bar and new window seals.

We read cook books from cover to cover and were excited to find our name in Matt's.

My beautiful grandmother Lucy, who died of Alzeheimers three and a half years ago, started coming back to me. The good stuff, the real Dandenong road Booba, not the sickness. The memories and feelings are so precious and I am so grateful.

I saw Miss Pepper in the door-way and thought it was a four year old Indi.

I ate a gazillion sour oranges off R and J's tree.


I wondered how people with fringes (bangs) cope with constant rain.

I questioned the wisdom of having a dog.

We baked the apple tart recipe we had been saving for the new cooker.
It's the French Style Apple Tart from The River Cottage Family Cookbook.

I wanted to sit down and write stories here, but with the constant interuptions had to be happy with points. I'll get there.

So what's going on with you so far this week?
Are you making and baking?
Is it hot there or freeezing cold?
Are you guys well, are you happy, are you good?
I hope so.

See ya. xx