Saturday 5 October 2013

Week Two ... over and out ...

Well there goes the second and final week of the school holidays.

The second week was spent as lazily as the first with a just few dramatic flourishes thrown in.

Master 13 was very despondent over his lack of PlayStation.  It gave up the ghost early in the first week of the holidays.  Clearly the PlayStation Gods have a very wicked sense of humour ... because school holidays ... when you have no particular activities or trips away planned ...  is not the optimal time for a PlayStation to break down.

We didn't want to send it off to Sony to be repaired ... it is 4 years old ... and we could probably buy a new one for the cost of the postage.  But trying to find someone "local" to repair it was no easy task.  The best option we came up with was a dodgy little place in Chatswood ... a mere hour and a half drive away.  Not worth it you may say ... but try telling that to a 13 year old boy with a face like this.


So I took it down and I went back and collected it a couple of days later ... and that is 6 hours and $110 I will never see again.

I went to the hairdresser this week.  Just a trim ... nothing fancy ... but she did something clever with her hair straightener that left me with glamorous and artfully tousled curls.  I forgot to take a picture ... oops ... so you'll just have to take my word for it.  Since then I have been trying to recreate the effect with zero success.



The only thing I HAVE managed to achieve ... is to burn off all my fingerprints.  So if I ever decide to embrace a life of crime ... I'm good to go.

Master 16 was awakened during the night on Thursday ... to a creepy, scratching noise coming from behind the wall of his bedroom.  He did what all "almost" men do when awoken by a creepy, scratching noise behind their bedroom wall ... he woke up his Mummy.  So I dutifully went and listened ... and confirmed that indeed there was a creepy, scratching noise emanating from the wall cavity behind his bed.  Then I did what all tired mothers do ... said I couldn't do a thing about it, to be thankful it was behind the wall and not actually in his room and by the way tidy this place up first thing in the morning and then told him to go back to sleep.

But Master 16 was unappreciative of his nocturnal visitor and decided to knock loudly on the wall when it made it's creepy, scratching noise.  This in turn roused Hubby from his usually impenetrable sleep ... he then dived dramatically out of bed ... and went racing through the house in search of the burglar who was kindly announcing his arrival by knocking first.  Somewhat expectedly, he was unable to locate the intruder and I was able to advise him of the source of the knocking.

Hubby was distinctly unimpressed by the entire situation, "GREAT ... now I'm wide awake ... why did he have to knock ... I'm wide awake and I'll never manage to get back to sleep .... ZZZZZZZZ"

The noise persisted throughout Friday ... always in exactly the same spot ... and the best we could surmise was that a bird had somehow gotten into the roof and fallen into the wall cavity.  Once there it was unable to fly out.  We assumed that if it was a mouse in the house ... he would not have the same inability to move from the one spot.  By Friday evening the noises were only occasional ... by Saturday morning ... they were no more ... and neither I guess is their source.  RIP strange creepy, scratching thing ... and please, please please don't let the house be soon filled with the scent of Eau De Rotting Carcass.

In other news ... cricket season begins today ... so farewell Hubby ... see you next winter.

9 comments:

  1. Why can we never recreate what the hairdresser can do?

    Glad the creepy, scratching noise has ceased. Hopefully the pong doesn't hang around too long :-( xxx

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    1. I think it's a world wide hairdresser conspiracy!
      I'm hoping the pong never arrives ... but I don't like my chances :0(
      xx

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  2. best Mum advice hehe! and the special Hubby skill of moaning they are awake and in seconds zzzzz, big 'Oww' to burnt fingertips, owww! I have bypassed all hairdresser magic by doing my own hair, but I am blessed to have a daughter who, when she has time can make my hair acceptable! I like your recreation of the event!
    hope you have no house whiff too x x

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    1. I specially love it when Hubbys wake you up to tell you they can't sleep ... and then immediately fall asleep and you lie awake listening to them snore!
      xx

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  3. I can just imagine what M16`s reaction to the pong will be!. Frankie had me in her room late last night hitting monsters with sticks....apparently I have bad aim. I was then woken again at 2 to tears as all the monsters had gone and she has no friends.i offered to stay but im not a monster just a mummy and yep that's a bad thing?!. ......so when the next scratchy thing visits, tell M16 its a monster and just be bloody grateful he has friends! x
    ps I hate school holidays!

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    1. Oh my gosh,I love this too much!XO

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    2. That is HILARIOUS ... at least life's never dull ;0)
      xx

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  4. im a little hungover here (sad wine drinking alone...nothing fancy or out in the real world you understand!) and still you manage to make me laugh so loud the kids run in to ask me what the matter is! i had the hairdresser do the same thing to my hair with straighteners resulting in the most fabulous 'do' i ever did wear and making otherwise flower-mouthed mother's in the playground yell 'holy shit' when i did the school run afterwards...yes i looked so awesome i made people swear! but i too burnt my fingers off (and my ear lobe) trying to recreate it!!! truly i cried when i couldn't do it...like real tears.....the realisation i would never look like that again was too much!! life of crime it is then...or playstation fixer...sounds like daylight robbery to me! xxx

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    1. I totally understand your pain ... anyone who has experienced the same soul destroying disappointment that is experienced when you realise you will NEVER recreate that look ... knows it is an absolute tragedy!!
      xx

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