Yesterday I drove to Tuggeranong three times. Birthday parties, basketball and the like had me clock up a hundred kilometres. On the last bit, K called me and suggested she and T come over for a pre-dinner drink. They arrived at 6:30 armed with a litre bottle of Evans and Tate they had brought back from Margaret River. After we had drunk that, we opened the Oyster Bay Chardonnay, they gave up on thoughts of dinner and we ate cheese, bread, grapes and cherry tomatoes. I'd like to give a witty rendition of our conversation but to be perfectly honest I can't remember what we talked about though the L Word was in there, why Elvis Costello was coming to Canberra, should I spend Christmas with them in Queenstown and what constitutes luxury in a hotel were on the list. K&T are in the process of building a boutique hotel in Queenstown. I'd like to hate them but they are too nice. My sister in England does "mystery guest" appearances for some hotel chain and amused me with her last visit to a 5* establishment in London. She had a list of demands she had to make that included phoning up to ask for a yoga kit - they were able to produce this plus instructional dvd within 20 minutes. K was so impressed with this that she told me that yoga kits were on her list of things to get for the hotel. Personally, I think the nicest things in hotels are fresh flowers in the rooms and big bottles of Penhaligon bath products. The
hotel where I had my wedding night had these.
Today, of course, I was a trifle jaded. I took the girls to see Princess Diaries 2. Oh my, Julie Andrews sings hip hop with Raven. Some things should not be done. It was terrible but my children have no critical discernment and thought the whole thing was fabulous. Then we went to David Jones to buy a duvet since I realised my dad arrives on Tuesday and I have no bedding since I lent all the spare stuff to my ex when my step-son came over and am in no mood to negotiate its return. I know it's only mid October but I managed to spend a good 30 minutes admiring all the christmas decorations for sale. I do wish DJs would get rid of those bloody blue reindeer they bring out every year to decorate the store.
Miss S is trying to make extra pocket money to buy some jeans. I am impressed at her endeavour. She offered to walk to the shop tonight for the first time ever and she helped me clear up the room her grandfather will be sleeping in. We did a good job and it looks nice - no yoga kit, however.
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