Never on a Friday

Rob picked up the girls early from Wattle Lane last Friday and we all met up in the city with a few other mates for the annual night noodle markets. This year it was bigger than ever, with loads more food stalls, DJs and, Chinese dragon performers. Rob HATES Chinese dragons, to the extent that he has turned the car around before when he's seen one coming down the street in Chinatown. Too loud and annoying. The markets were PACKED, so on top of not being able to get a seat anywhere and having to perch on the concrete edge of a flower bed, having the girls screaming in fear at these huge dragons dancing so close to them with massively loud and irritating drums and cymbals smashing away, meant it was a pretty ordinary night.

Note to self: next time don't go on Friday. On Saturday we went to Newtown to visit our close friends Melissa and Larry who welcomed their second baby girl on Thursday. Clover Grace is sooooo cuuuuttte and we did the usual oohing and ahhing, commenting we couldn't believe babies were ever sooooo small, while toasting her good health. Then the girls and I dropped Rob off in the city to meet his old friends from London Kathleen and Robin, Stacey and Darren. Rob lived with Darren in North Finchley when I first met him, so they go waaaaay back. On Sunday after breakfast at our favourite bookshop cafe, I browsed books and pretended I didn't know my two children who were going crazy in the kids section. I will be spending a lot more time in book shops soon as I have been promoted at work and will soon be taking up the role of Managing Editor, Fairfax Books. As well as newspapers, Fairfax who I work for, also publish a range of books including restaurant guides, cook books, crime stories and more. I am thrilled to have got the job as 75 redundancies were recently made at work, and my job as I know it now, might not exist at all in the next few years. This move into a different side of the publishing business will hopefully widen my experience and mean my job will be safe for years to come.

This week I also managed to have a slight collision in our car with the back of a ute. I have taken to calling it a 'dingle' as it sounds very small that way. To be honest I have no idea whose fault it was. Uteman might have rolled back into me or me forward into him. Either way the dingle was so small I didn't even bother to get out of the car to check it, instead smiled and waved at the driver after he gave me the thumbs up after checking his vehicle. Only when I got home did I see the front left light was hanging out of its housing, and the bonnet was dented and chipped. I was dreading Rob's reaction, but even more annoying and upsetting than him yelling at me, he just smiled and said "Oh well, you'll have to sort that out then." Two garages later I had an estimate of $1500 to fix it. Unfortunately we have a massive excess on on our policy in order to reduce our premiums and this damage though costly comes in at less than the excess. For now the car will have to wait...