We had the windiest wind I've ever seen in Sydney over the weekend.
And I mean WIND.
Real woolly tights and tuck your vest in your knickers stuff.
It started on Friday by blowing the roof off my son's school. I got the call just as I was about to have my pre-Coles shop sushi moment (never shop hungry people). Off I went to collect him amidst a sea of police, fire engines and reporters, without my food shopping. So to top off a 'no food for dinner in the house' situation we had a power failure. Big excitement - HUGE. Friends with no food and no power came over and we ordered pizza eaten by candlelight. Stuff childhood is made off. A power cut isn't a power cut without murder in the dark and the sound of smashing things all over the house.
I was not going anywhere on Saturday! Him Indoors scored the double soccer whammy.
The Fairy and me hit the baking - hard.
I am completely knackered this morning, but loved the Olympic closing replay last night.
Hmmmm - Madness.
London I love you!
Looking forward to getting to bed on time, after 2 weeks of late nights glued to the TV - (and snacks).
[Smashing things: Picture frame and tub of pencils]