Endless weekend

Our third weekend without The Heiress and definitely the worst. The first one was spent cleaning up the aftermath of 3 extra bodies and their stuff in our small apartment and the second one was Easter with its distractions. But yesterday the Great Nothingness descended. What did we do on weekends in the olden days before Mads was born?

We began the day at Camby Market which Dr Shed loves and I tolerate once per decade. We left there with a supply of rusty washboards, useless tools and fresh colds.
From there it was off to DFO for some el cheapo tees, whose relative newness was the only thing distinguishing them from the dejected-looking clothing at Camby.
This was followed by a walk around Albert Park Lake throwing thawing cake at the ducks. (I had at last found time to clean out the freezer).

The afternoon loomed ominously ahead. Half an hour on Skype talking to Grumpy Girl made me feel both better and worse. It’s fab technology but there’s no bod to bod. Grandparents need cuddles.