Saturday morning, thirty degrees in the city and my life has come to this; waiting for Dorothy the Dinosaur to appear on stage at the grand re-opening of one of our local shopping centres. If you thought it was grand before, think again because now there's a dollar shop. Maroubra's going up the world.
And I wouldn't mind, but her microphone stopped working halfway through, so just as I was really getting into The Fruit Salad Song (you might say a little too into it) the sound went off.
Anyway, Ella loved it, though she'll be looking for Dorothy every time we do the weekly shop at Coles now, especially as the only reason I could come up with to answer "Where's Dorothy gone now?" was "she's gone to do her shopping". Arseity arse.
This afternoon we've been lightly toasting on the beach at Clovelly, otherwise known as toddler heaven. And there's been a lot of jogging going on on the path at the back of the beach and all I'm going to say is that men really shouldn't go jogging in their swimming trunks, especially not if they're budgie smugglers. and I'll leave it at that.
nb. Budgie Smugglers, n, A term referring to Speedo swimming trunks on account of the bulge at the front resembling a budgie having been stuffed down them. Speedo swimming trunks were designed in Sydney and have attracted a number of other nicknames, including dick togs and lolly bags (Australian, slang)
No comments:
Post a Comment