My parents returned home via South West Rocks nearly two weeks ago now. While they were here Dad mowed the lawn for me and Mum cooked dinner on a few nights to help out. I always like to go fishing with Dad but it just wasn't possible for this visit.
I'm now mostly recovered from my operation and have been back at work for a week now. Thankfully I only sit at a desk and look at a computer screen for most of my workday. If I had to do any heavy lifting I would have been off work for much longer.
Unfortunately my previously good-looking belly button (if there is such a thing) is now ugly and disfigured as a result of the operation. But I really should not complain, a relative of a colleague at work also went into hospital around the same time as I did to discover he had an aggressive brain tumor. Kind of puts things into perspective.
James and Jasmine have had an award winning couple of weeks. James received a class award for great sentence structure and variations in story writing and Jasmine received an award for a perfect score in spelling and number facts.
Lani is still going strong with her work. It was a tough couple of weeks for her with me being more lame than usual and trying to get things rolling with her work.
Over the past 2 weekends we test-drove several cars and haggled a little with some car dealers. We wanted to bypass the haggling and go straight to their best price but naturally they were also looking for the best deal for themselves. It was a frustrating experience and Lani created a bit of a scene in the Honda showroom when she stood up from the desk and politely told them she had had enough of the games and wanted to leave. It had the desired effect, they promptly revealed their price that still wasn’t good enough for us and we left. In the end we settled on buying a used 2003 Honda Jazz (ice blue in colour) with only 10,000km on it. Apparently an elderly couple previously owned it. We have the Honda service logbook to show there has been no tampering of the odometer. Sadly the Telstar is going to be retired to a wrecking yard unless I can find a buyer before the rego runs out in a couple of weeks.
Had a funny but sad moment on the train the other day. Just before my train pulled into the station a little boy about 4yrs old with a number 1 shaved head got up and start to climb the wall next to the doorway. His mother promptly told him to get down (to which he obeyed) then told him that when he gets out don't yell and don't spit on anyone. Who would say such a thing? When the train stopped he ran out making lots of noise and headed straight for a vending machine and madly pressed the buttons but no spitting. You get all kinds on the train.