Friday was a lovely day. Rachel finished at two pm and we collected her from work and drove out of the city westwards to the aptly and geographically correctly named West Beach. We have been toying with this place as a potential for living at it is quieter than Henley Beach. It has great parks for the kids and the prerequisite beautiful sandy beach which is already showing it's downside. Being an avid DIYer I've heard of sandpapering over the cracks but sand in the cracks is a different thing altogether. It really does get everywhere. The car boot is something akin to a bunker at St Andrews and every shoe, sock and pant feel like that they have had a Jamie Oliver sized 'liberal sprinkling'. I'm not saying a pebbly beach is better but at least you don't need a Karcher pressure washer to feel clean again afterwards.
Anyway I digress.
We had a great time, all in the water, the kids swimming with armbands on, playing in warm sand pools generally having a ball. Today we get told about the 'blue ringed' octopus. Only four inches in size but is known to render humans unconscious and/or dead. Sounds like Ronnie Corbett. It resides in shallow rock pools and sand pools, not Mr Corbett, the octopus and it doesn't actually have blue rings until the moment it kills you. Which begs the question who survived to report the blue ring bit???
Any more nasty killy things we ought to know about, please let us know sooner rather than later.
Today we bought Car seats for the kids which was just as well as the sticky on the gaffer tape we had been using to hold them in their seats was wearing them off. They are much more comfortable now and we got a great deal at a lovely place called New Mothers Cupboard and the lady will buy them back when we go for 60% of the price. Fantastic - That's what I call service.
Tomorrow Rachel is on-call again but we are meeting our lovely friends Wes and Allie and their four kids and all going to the Zoo. The Adelaide city planners kindly put the Zoo and Botanical Gardens behind the Hospital so Rachel can be on-call whilst looking at monkeys, much like when she's at home on-call.
Tom has decided that he wants to be a Police Diver like Uncle Rick so we have made a diver suit and kit from stuff out of our recycling bin. Sometimes a Dad's gotta do what a Dad's gotta do. We were a bit stumped when it came to making a mask but Tom was insistent that we use a margarine tub despite it being distinctly lacking in transparent qualities. It wasn't his wisest decision to date but the bruises will heal and sometimes you've got to learn things the hard way!
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| Tom in his 'Police Diver' gear. |
Good night one and all x
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