Down here in the Southern Hemisphere, it was my birthday. My 40th, to be precise. Now, when you get on in years, there’s not a lot you can provide for the never-gets-old question, “what do ya want for ya birthday?” I had suggested a pair of slippers (check), but above that, I was stumped. So I was VERY thrilled to unwrap a gorgeous yellow leather handbag, courtesy of my parents and their recent trip to Canada.
Now before you go, “yellow??!!” it’s actually kinda nice. Sunny yellow, actually. It’s got heaps of pockets and zips and better still, doesn’t have a flap-over (which I can’t stand – just like to dig right on in there). Last trip o/s my mum bought me a sky-blue suede bag with rhinestones and brown leather. It’s gorgeous. Apparently my dad said something like, “a bag? Doesn’t she already have one?” To which my mum replied, ” It’s Paula.” And really, that says it all.
And so the day went. Suddenly, with tantrums, tears and dramas associated with a Gemini (me) and a hyperactive 8yo (son) who’s been quarantined from school for the last week on account of grandparents returning from Canada, swine flu outbreak country. Convincing an 8yo he still has to do school work when you’re at home with a computer and other assorted distractions… arghh!!!!
Anyway, peace has been restored. It’s night, he’s asleep and my brother and nephew/nieces are visiting tomorrow. Lamb roast, here we come!