No school = boring????

Hello!!

So. I’m not entirely confident this blog’ll end up on the page, because they’ve been being pooey lately, and won’t let me post stuff.

Anyway. My cousin who lives in Maroochydoore (Sunshine Coast, 2 ½ hours drive north) came down to stay for a few days. That was fun, we went shopping, went shopping again, made ice-cream and ate ice-cream. It was Toblerone ice-cream too, so it was amazing. Mum usually only makes it for Christmas. VERY delicious.

I’m actually looking forward to going back to school on Tuesday, believe it or not. Home is getting really boring.

My brothers are amusing themselves- Harry’s been watching sports on TV continually and Jack has been building some sort of catapult, designed specifically for tennis balls and water bombs. I think I might stay away from that. It sounds quite painful.

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow and my eyeballs checked on Monday, when the suckers (J and H, as mentioned above) are back at school. Other than that, I have nothing planned as yet.

I’m sure I’ll find something.

Like I’ve been finding stuff today, such as writing this and putting away my cousin’s mattress. Which as yet, I haven’t actually done, but I’ll get onto it in just a bit. Maybe. Actually, more than likely I’ll step over it for a week or so and put it away when someone comes to stay. Hey, it’s good to be honest.

In other news we have new neighbours. And they have a GIRL ONLY A YEAR OR TWO YOUNGER THAN ME. I mean there are two other girls that I know in my street, but when Mum decides to have a BBQ and invite the neighbours neither of them come. So I end up getting tackled by the little jerks across the road.

Sorry, that was a little bit of a speel. And I’m not sure that that (deal with it) would have made sense to anyone but me. But whatever.

A lorikeet just bounced off Mum and Dad’s bedroom window. Harry thought it was dead (via Missy, our cat) until Jack pointed out that there were no Missy-like gouges and it was not only blinking but also breathing.

After it regained consciousness, it got up and flew away. The fact that it is not the first, nor will it be the last lorikeet to smash itself headlong into that particular window makes me think that lorikeets are really not all that intelligent. Pretty, but dumb.

I’d better go put that mattress away, or rather avoid putting it away.

Tata.