Before I start on the events of the last few days, Suzanne wanted to know about my birthday: My two little sweeties gave me handmade cards; the first read "Now you are officially old", the second: "You are ancient".
Oh, and there were lots of "I love you Mummy"s, "Happy Birthday"s and xxxxxxxs.
Dimples wishes me a loud and prompt Happy Birthday and Liam was preoccupied with a heavy load of school work.
At work we had the traditional, company supplied morning tea. This time there were five choices, which was record breaking. There were sausage rolls, Danish pastries, a scrumptious butter cake, custard tart and a custard pastry scroll thingy.
During the day I developed a very slight temperature and then noticed a red mark on my foot, close to the site of a very minor cut. Somehow I decided that this was all a very bad sign, that I might be developing a hideous infection that would threaten my weekend away.
After work we went to the local pub for dinner. The Thursday night special is $10 pizza or pasta. I had a Spaghetti Boscaiola, the girls had teeny "kids steaks" and the boys had pizzas. The other half had a seafood risotto. It was all marvellous but I was feeling chilly and worrying about the serious illness I didn't have so the meal was followed by a trip to the local medical centre. The duty doctor very kindly didn't howl with laughter but assured me I was fine and I immediately got better.Of course!
And that, my friends, was the tip of the iceberg for my paranoid imaginings for the week..........
more chat about the weekend is to come but here are a couple of
pictures from the main street of Orange, in the Central West region of
I have to toddle off to bed now and I'll be round to read your stuff tomorra