…the awesome night that I had last night, with my Mum, as we danced the evening away to “Abbamania” under the biggest disco ball you could ever imagine – a complete escape from my reality (thanks Mum)
but I can’t.
My mind is quite blank because this has kept Noah, Ivy and I holed up in the loungeroom for the majority of the day.
Yes, I’m serious.
It caused Noah to squeal like a stuck pig and Ivy to pass corkers like this;
“Sugar! His leg moved”,
followed by a tortured cry and a burrowing of her head into the depths of the lounge, blanket thrown over her entire body for good measure.
I have a very bad fear of spiders and, it seems, I have passed this onto the smallest of our crew.
Things got particularly hairy when Ivy was ‘busting’ for the toilet and I literally threw her over the bathroom threshold… just in time.
The spider was obviously unimpressed by our drama.
I mean look at it’s face.
Completely poker.
Luckily for us, we have a spider catcher in our midst and when he got home from highschool, we were rescued.
Oh, and the photo?
I have a really really good telephoto lens
