Nearly forgot to tell you about this. The other night I had the pleasure of going for a beer with some colleagues in a pub, a revolutionary moment for an, until recently, stay-at-home mum. It was most pleasant after two glasses of Coopers and all was well and rosy with the world. I departed the pub in a state of fuzzy bonhomie to a waiting taxi which sped across town taking me to another delightful function, a friend's baby shower being held within the Governor General's compound, (not with the GG but at the lovely caretaker cottage).
I arrived still in a slightly windswept condition after a great chat with the cabbie. As chance would have it, another friend arrived at exactly the same time, whereupon we sauntered off together in search of the cottage. Fifteen minutes later, after peering in the upteenth window and circling the GG's residence twice, (all very patriotic really with two big red kangaroos free-ranging on the front lawn!!), I had a tickle in the nether-regions alerting me to the need for using the amenities at the earliest opportunity.
As I contemplated a suitable place for public urination at the home of Her Majesty's Representative in Australia, I also remembered a sober warning on the invitation to NOT wander the grounds under Any Circumstances. We renewed our efforts to find the cottage with great vigour at this point. In fact I don't mind telling you that it was truly a hallelujah moment when the cottage was located and that I nearly ran down our delightful hostess at the front door in an effort to locate the bathroom.
All in all, I consider it a win-win situation for the GG and I, she managed to keep the biological integrity of her lawn and I went home in the same pair of unders.
PS the completely unrelated photo is some bling the girls and I are making now that school holidays are upon us.
Hope you are well.
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