I'm quite sure that the August Institution will cope admirably without me - Our esteemed IT leader got a $1.4 million dollar payrise, so I'm pretty sure they won't miss paying me for six months. Part of the 'time off' deal was that I wouldn't have to go back to the New Day Job, so they've already advertised for my replacement. Good luck with that. They need somebody with the patience of Job, the psychic powers of Uri Geller and the constitution of a Draught horse. You know me, Remaining Gentle Readers, I have none of those things. I can only make one section of the Sydney Pies quilt a day before I start looking for something more interesting to do, unsurprisingly I never predict the winners of the football, and I get a backache lifting the Vegemite out of the fridge.
Yesterday, my first official day as part of the great unwashed, was spent... um... washing. I whipped through it all quick smart, and it was a lovely warm day, so it was all dry by 5.00pm, so Mr Golightly was able to come home to a gourmet dinner of leftover pasta and Kentucky Fried Chicken (his choice!). He often likes to indulge after a weekend of hard labour in the vineyard, and who am I to deny him that little pleasure?
Speaking of washing, am I right in my understanding that some people in the US of A do not hang their clothes out to dry in the sun and wind, but instead insist that they must use clothes dryers? I found this article on the net, and whilst I realise that the Colbert Report is satire, I was a bit worried that there was a germ of truth in this article - one of the previous owners of the house my friend Deb just bought was American - it had two (yep, two) tumble dryers, but no clothesline. Somebody, please, tell me this is not true!!!
We had a fabulous weekend in the Hunter, the kidlets had an excellent time with the dog, the dam, the pizza oven, the wineries... just kidding about the wineries.
Oh yes, and I finally finished this cute little guy, for Kaz's niece Charlene:
The stuffing was done with help from the kidlets and the innards of a cushion, sacrificed for a good cause! I believe Miss Nelly wants one for herself now, so I'm expecting a visit this week to carry out fabric selection. Hope I've got enough... *snort*.