During this time we have:
• been to the Collingwood Children's Farm winter solstice festival, which was pleasant enough but didn't quite live up to the memory of that wild and pagan celebration of five years ago. The vegie burgers were fab though. So were the eel lanterns;
• seen Cars and Over the Hedge which both had their moments but really? I am tired of the moralising and patronising tone of children's films these days. It's all 'the olden days were the golden days' and 'small town folk are decent and immoral city folk should learn the meaning of life from them' and 'nature = good, development = bad'. Some of which I agree with but ramming it down the throats of overweight people wearing parachute silk tracksuits and eating oddly hued popcorn is not going to change the world. Maybe I'm just getting old and cynical. Or tired; it is 11.30pm after all;
• Not seen Oliver Twist because it's not on at the local cinemas around here, bah humbug. I miss my inner city cinemas with their vastly superior film selections;
• been to Reverse Art Truck and paid $20 for an enormous garbage bag of craft materials which the children then turned into various ingenious contraptions, weaponry, billycarts etc and then spent three solid days outside playing with/on/etc, leaving me in peace to lose myself in the lyrical The Namesake;
• discovered that when you have an acre and a couple of hundred trees and your children are playing espionage games, you can actually lose them. For quite some time. Particularly when they are being called to come and wash the dishes;
• spent time with friends;
• hung out at home and played scrabble in our pyjamas.
My very first sock.
Modelled on the littlest leg in the house.