Been knitting at nights (jumper for Mack), and working all week (my best friend Judy came home unscathed from two weeks in Bali, only to get the world's worst stomach bug when she got home, so I filled in for her), and tweaking the blogging on the other blog (it's getting there — details later ... ), and went to see Samson and Delilah (shattering) with best friend Karen yesterday (so no pics from the hood this week), after lunch on Oxford Street (OMG how exy is Perth? "Have to remember, Mum," as Lily says, that "while we were away, everybody in Perth became seriously wealthy with the boom.")
Long phone call from Lily yesterday arvo while I was in the car on the way home from Karen's, so I had to stop driving and park so I could talk to my girl. She was soaking in the bath at a very posh new hotel-cum-resort in Broome after driving there for seven days through the remote North-West, all the way from Kununurra. Can't wait to have her and Nick home again (after another week).
Birthday party this arvo for my best friend Laura (yay!), followed by dinner and bridge with my best friend Dace and her sister-in-law, who makes the universe's bestest-ever vanilla slices. That are, in fact, so transcendentally good that they really ought to be called something else. I will take a pic to show you!
So very, very good to be back among loved ones.