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This post is a little different to normal as today I’m joining in with Emily Freeman and her Let’s share what we learned in January spot. Read below for some things I have learnt this Summer Down-Under…
It’s raining buckets in NSW. On the coast. In the mountains. On rooftops, and on tent-tops, on holidayers with umbrellas, and on every-dayers locked indoors.
Before we had kids Dr M and I often wouldn’t eat dinner until at least 8:30pm. Okay, sometimes 10pm. Even when we just had E, we’d call her our little party-baby and take her with us everywhere, anytime. She’d sit beside us in cafes often late into the night in her little capsule, nestled into her blanket, blissfully unaware of time as we worked on study or writing deadlines.
So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.
That’s the only instruction he gave us: tidying is forbidden. Not, these are the colours to wear if you want to harmonise without strictly matching, or, here’s how to turn to avoid the dreaded double-chin.
t night we ate dinner on the kitchen floor. An ‘inside’ picnic, as the kids like to call it. Only this was a no-frills version. We didn’t even have a blanket.
This post is a little different to normal as today I’m joining in with Emily Freeman and her Let’s share what we learned in January spot. Read below for some things I have learnt this Summer Down-Under…
It’s raining buckets in NSW. On the coast. In the mountains. On rooftops, and on tent-tops, on holidayers with umbrellas, and on every-dayers locked indoors.
Before we had kids Dr M and I often wouldn’t eat dinner until at least 8:30pm. Okay, sometimes 10pm. Even when we just had E, we’d call her our little party-baby and take her with us everywhere, anytime. She’d sit beside us in cafes often late into the night in her little capsule, nestled into her blanket, blissfully unaware of time as we worked on study or writing deadlines.
So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.
That’s the only instruction he gave us: tidying is forbidden. Not, these are the colours to wear if you want to harmonise without strictly matching, or, here’s how to turn to avoid the dreaded double-chin.
t night we ate dinner on the kitchen floor. An ‘inside’ picnic, as the kids like to call it. Only this was a no-frills version. We didn’t even have a blanket.
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