Wish you were beer!
Trip Start
Sep 16, 2011
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Trip End
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Southport, Queensland, Australia
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Woody leaps into action and gets stuck into cartoons and cereal.
Noah dozes briefly on the sofa and Woody uses him as a breakfast table. And then it is all systems go for interview morning. Noah gets his stuff together, gets dressed and tries to avoid Woody covering his clean clothes in yoghurt. Noah and I have various 'what if...’ conversations and then he heads off to his interview. Very exciting.
Unexpectedly, it is not raining. The sun is out. After days and days of rain and now sunshine, it is a steamy old day indeed. The air almost feels damp. But the fact that there is sunshine and it is Australia Day I rustle up a picnic and get our stuff together ready for when Noah returns.
I am trying to cook new things this year so I make falafel and hummus from scratch to have with pita bread and salad at broadwater park. I use new recipes and it turns out I make the best falafel ever. Who’d have thought? I also make pretty impressive hummus. I suspect we will smell of garlic for at least a week.
So I busy myself with this and looking at the clock every few minutes wondering when the husband will call.
He calls and the interview went well. High five! He arrives home with fresh caffeine (very good work husband) and I start interrogating him. But Noah wants to get his good self some sunshine – so we change into our Australia Day t-shirts, fling stuff in the car and head to the Broadwater where I continue my interrogation.
In brief, Noah liked them, they seemed to like him, and there were no giant clangers. This is very good. So, we wait to hear. We know there are at least 4 people being interviewed. There is nothing we can do about it now, (except, of course, sending mind bullets suggesting they choose Noah, which we do).
I was going to write that the park was fabulous, but it was actually much much better than that. We set up the tent near Woody’s beloved climbing frame and chat and devour our fabulous lunch. It is steaming hot. And, I do believe, sitting in a plastic shade tent does make it even more humid. We are dripping in sweat. But I bought this tent with Australia Day in mind, so I sit in it, and sweat it out.
Woody climbs and climbs and climbs. He is crazy, crazy happy. We all are actually. Woody makes some friends and really does not seem to notice the heat and humidity, despite the fact his face is beetroot and his t-shirt is more than just a little damp. Woody makes another friend. This friend happens to have a toy that woody has been eyeing up in toy shops for ages – a garbage truck. (?!) So they play together.
I head off foraging for refreshments (i.e. I go to the shop) and return with ice creams and water. We make light work of these and Noah and I are just soaking up the moment and enjoying chatting to Woody. Woody then gets up and goes to sit with someone else. I am not joking, just like that. The bloke he joins is much cooler looking than me and Noah and is wearing a car racing shirt. I am not sure if either of these things are the reason why Woody left us. But he went and said hi to the bloke and joined him. Just like that. Woody does this to me all the time. It might even be in a Food court, he might just go and sit at another table of people and make conversation (by this, I mean, say ‘what are you doing?’). I wouldn’t really mind if I just sat and didn’t talk to him, but I don’t. I think I am relatively engaging. I can think we are having a nice chat and he starts a conversation with someone else. Grrrrrr.
After spending a good couple of hours at the park we decide we need to get ourselves down to the beach. So we head to Broadbeach. We set up the tent, eat some snacks, and feel very lucky to be spending Australia Day on the beach. The waves are very rough and there is a grey/black cloud on the horizon but we do not let this dampen our spirits. Once again, Noah and I think we are having a nice time and Woody goes off to join the life guards- ‘what are you doing?’ , The life guard gives Woody a hot tip about where to find some wet sand (down by the water – madness...) and he is off again. I turn away from the water, towards the town, and Noah’s potential new work is visible from the beach. Unbelievable. Imagine that? We are so keeping our fingers crossed.
We head back home and we feed and wash our lovely son. We have pasta and he complains about the lack of sausages. He goes to sleep, but not before mentioning one last time that he likes sausages in pasta. Thanks Woody, I will keep that in mind.
I watch Australia’s biggest loser and I am really cheering for those people and I already have my fave. Cannot wait for Monday’s weigh in!
Noah has work to do, so he cracks on with that and I watch some rubbish TV.
We have had a terrific Australia Day and feel ike lucky people in this lucky country.
Happy Australia Day friends near and far. xx
