Housing issues

No real news from me other than that I'm so glad it's only a couple of hours till home time and I don't have to work again until next year. On that, I have 2 weeks of being busy when I get back, as I'll be acting in my superviser's role while she's on leave, then after that I'm going back to 3 days a week for a few months to spend time at home with Little Miss M (I did the same thing when Little Miss L was 9 months old too). Look forward to a flood of creativity from me early next year when I have all that spare time on my hands. (You'd think staying home looking after kids gives you spare time, wouldn't you...) Other good things at the moment are that I can walk. I'm now bearing my full weight on the recently operated-on ankle and today I have left the walking stick at home. Interestingly, I'm not sure whether it has to do with my slightly sarcastic demeanour, but having had to use a walking stick of late has increased my being-told-I-look-like-Hugh-Laurie-in-House factor sevenfold. (Actually, wouldn't it be sevenfold to go from 1 to 7? I've gone from 0 to 7 so that must be some kind of infinite-to-the-power-7-fold). It's amazing what a stick and a roll of the eyes will do in terms of prompting people's imaginations (or lack thereof). Maybe the fact that I've been speaking in an American accent and recently became a highly paid senior pathologist who can play the piano has had a little to do with it also. And that would be two facts. If indeed they had any basis in fact whatsoever. The other aspect of the recovery has been my inability to wear shoes due to some bulky bandages that won't let me slip my foot into my new Manolo Blahniks. C bought me some way trendy thongs the other day (the ones you wear on your feet). Get this, they have bottle openers in the sole. So if you're at a BBQ, you just reach for your stubbie, put a foot up on the other knee and pop off the cap. It makes me cringe a little bit because it's so fucking Aussie but it's kind of cool too, cos y'know, it's for beer. And good news on the home front: renovations are moving along and we now have an indoor toilet. I can't tell you how good it feels to yell 'Bombs Away' inside your own home after having to use a hired outhouse for the past three weeks. It's been a bit of an effort to time my poos to coincide with working hours. That feels better. I'm also off during the holidays to a wedding not in Melbourne (i.e. they live in Melbourne and C & I will be staying in Melbourne but the wedding is at some country estate retreat). So bugger off, have a great Chrissie and don't come lurking around here, here, or here until the new year.