Miracles

I don't use the term lightly but not since The Baby Jesus has there been a miracle quite like this. And i've seen it with my own eyes. Just three words describe it - Selley's Mould Remover. I had no idea our bathroom was white.

It was a really boring weekend just gone which has led me to the realisation that if it wasn't for Friday night footy, i honestly wouldn't know how to start these weekend reports.

On Saturday morning I convinced Mum to come into Chinatown with me for some market shopping. Produce there is cheap but doesn't last long. I regard this as proof of no added preservatives so there'll be no more produce from Woolworthless for me, nosiree. We snuck in a selfless visit to Yum Cha while there, for Bodhi, to broaden his cultural awareness. Not for us.
That night The Lovely Samantha and I braved the cold with Bodhi and went into Circular Quay to check out the Vivid Sydney light display. Thankfully they got the Opera House display spot on because some of the others more looked like a blue light disco on spumante than anything resembling art.

Sunday was pretty relaxed until the afternoon when i had the pleasure of looking after Bodhi and Isabella while their mums went to Mere's baby shower. Now, I can't be sure, but i've got a sneaking suspicion that Isabella was hurricane Katrina in a previous life.

see ya,
Minas.