I may have to ...

... stop having so much fun and tidy up.

But not any time soon.

Added for the benefit of The Mof (see comments!):

Cosy #1

For summer tea parties, I fancy.

A question for you

I'm thinking of changing readers ... I use bloglines, but I'm contemplating Google reader.

This is mainly because i find bloglines works so poorly on the iPod Touch — sometimes it refuses to open feeds, sometimes it tells me there are hundreds of new posts for each blog. It's frustrating.

I don't know a great deal about either of them really, but wondered if any of you had tried both and felt one was better than the other?

:: Here are some pics of the grandchildren from last weekend. Mack has his trophy from Auskick,

and Harper is trying not to look at Will who, at 1.9m tall and dressed in his all-black uniform for work, terrified her!

Lastly, my finished wall at Maggie's.

It was a great project, and I enjoyed every minute — thanks, Maggie!

I also gave the bird on the left his beak — he'd had three or four that weren't quite right. But he's looking good now.

One wall finished

I've finished the first wall, including a trio of ants, a procession of ladybirds, a couple of caterpillars, a big fat grasshopper and a green frog, all at kids' eye level.

I think I'm a day's work away from finishing the second wall, seen below at its very early stage.

I shall miss my days spent at Maggie's — it's been such a laugh, and I've had so much fun chatting to her and her clients, and having my friends drop in.

Sunday scrapbook

Joining Dawn in posting a Sunday collection of happy pics.

(Because I am eternally optimistic and refuse to contemplate the possibility of Prime Minister Mr Rabbit ...)

Honestly!

Last weekend, in Albany, I took my mum to a farmers' market.

Out the front of the boatshed where it was held, a young woman dressed up as a tree and wearing a face mask was trying very hard, through the somewhat confusing medium of tap-dance and mime, to persuade folks to vote for the Greens.

I didn't see anyone from the ALP or the Libs, though the seat is held by Wilson Tuckey (ye gods).

There was a bloke from the Nationals, however, who tried to thrust some election pamphlets at me.

"No thanks," I said, "I don't live here."

"Aren't you lucky," he said to me with a big sigh, not at all ironically.

Dream leader

I've sort of tried (not really very hard at all) not to talk politics here, both because some of my dearest, most wonderful friends are Libs, and in light of the sort of work I do. You know ...

But WTF.

So we were talking this morning, as I ironed my shirt to go muralling and David packed Maggie and me a lunch, about Kerryn Goldsworthy's post this morning, in which she mused about what the words "the Prime Minister, Tony Abbott" would mean to her and her loved ones.

And to the country, and its image overseas.

And I said that after reading that post, I'd been wondering about my absolute dream fantasy PM.

I'm rather fancying someone who looks like Hugh Jackman, has a fabulous sense of humour, a couple of languages, a firm and intellectually sound grasp on world politics and economics, a great sense of personal style, humanitarian leanings, enormous sympathy for the arts, and the balls to tell the mining industry that they'll do what they are bloody well told to.

David scoffed and said: "Well, my fantasy PM is erudite, well-thought-through, worked her own way up in the world, loves her footy, and looks like Tilda Swinton."