DISCLAIMER! The following paragraph contains content about Father Christmas that believers shouldn't read!
So after a successful day of staying indoors we were to spend the next day playing out at a neighbouring town, Busselton. I made sure I was sun-creamed to the extreme before I left the house. It was a lovely town, lots of shops and 31 degrees! Whilst there I rooted around as I would quite like some long light-weight trousers for my adventures, there where lots of options... If I wanted to look like MC Hammer! Sheesh, come on guys? What's with the elasticated ankles? Are you scared your ankle might end up on show? Ooofff I do declare! Some of these trousers even went to the extent of having the very low crotch; something about old age and nappies springs to mind. So whilst I walked around with the small one in the Pram, Santa O'Beirne did some perusing in the shops of all the options for the boys Christmas presents.
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When we came back I sat in the kitchen with Charlotte talking and half helping with dinner where I could. When tea was in the oven and the cake mixture had been made I got to lick the bowl. Such a big child, never mind mid-twenties. It was all over my hand and forearm, and probably around my face (I wasn't quite ready to face the mirrors yet). I was just sat mmming and licking the chocolate mixture off my hand, I think in my head I was about 5. Oooh that reminds me, there is left over cake... not for long. 
After dinner they sung happy birthday to me and the boys helped me blow out the candles on the very delicious chocolate cake (I had two pieces - no regrets). I got lovely homemade cards off the boys which I've put up in the bedroom and also a very awesome gift.<<<CHECK OUT THAT SWIMMING COSTUME!
I absolutely love it. I'm such a sucker for bright multi-coloured things. I can honestly say I've never received a swimming costume for my birthday, it's never been appropriate before, who goes swimming in December in the UK? Crazies! That's who! (and athletes, and exercisers, and...) Yeah, just the crazy people.
Before bed we made a list of what we needed to do the next day (I do love a list). We were ready to get ready for the Swimming Women Christmas do at Casa O'Beirne. But the next day... before that could happen, I stood on the most deadly thing known to man! Ever stepped on a plug? OUCH. Ever stood on Lego? OUCH! But look! Plugs and lego have been mating and creating. And thus the "Pleugo" was born! It's mission? To annihilate all feet in the vicinity. Bred from pure evil that thing. I make sure there is nothing on the floor pre-bed now; another valuable life lesson learnt the hard way.
We spent the day cleaning and tidying the entire house end to end (top to bottom doesn't apply in a bungalow; unless you want to be pedantic and count the ladder climbing and ceiling cleaning). Much cleaning and two rounds of mopping later Charlotte and I were very very hot in the 27 degree heat, we decided a trip to the beach was a must. So off we popped, in my new swimwear OBVIOUSLY. Had a dip in the sea and a walk home before shower and readiness for the party.
Lots of the lovely swimming ladies and a swim man came, there was much drinking and talking and eating. The people of Margaret River are all absolutely lovely and I've yet to meet a person I don't like... there's still time yet! After the last of the lovelies had left we did a quick tidy up and I was given a lesson on wine tasting. I can't say I'm anywhere even remotely close to connoisseur status when I am comparing the wine aromas to manure :/. After deciding on my favourite we had a glass of the preferred and stayed up for a few more hours chatting. About 1ish we decided it would be a good idea to go to bed; children don't have any concept of a hangover or a lie in!
Oh and those ears where on my head until I went to bed, I actually forgot about them until my top got stuck on my head, doofus.
Don't read the below if you are easily offended!
So today I've sorted my Australian number, organised all the important things and am officially on house sitting duty. Alone you say? Perfect timing, after some trouble going, to use the facilities and not worry about being disturbed. What more do you want when nature calls? (For those of you who know me very well [family], you're aware of the struggles of IBS and the lack of being 'regular'.) So being in the Country I left the side door open with the fly doors across and shut myself in. I swear I have the worst luck! Someone slid the door open, down the side of the house! THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE! and shouted "Hello." WHAT?! I didn't find out who it was but City paranoia set in and I locked all the doors and windows and grumbled a lot because they'd ruined the need (I also checked under the bed just in case it was the boogeyman popping in to hide for later). Later on, all doors locked, I was ready to try again... there was a knock at the door. I absolutely couldn't believe it. I was ready to throw the toilet roll at the knockers face. I still don't know who was calling or what for, not like I would answer the door anyway, you know, stranger danger and all that! I'm going to put a sign on the door Unless you're delivering the free pizza I haven't ordered then I'm not answering. GO AWAY!
Just as I finished writing that I found it was the neighbour.
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