As Fishy played a melancholy farewell to his beloved little sister (read implied sarcasm), the other one danced a merry jig in the background and refused to let him stop. He didn't mind. It's his happy place. We are all so sick of 'the cast'. It makes showers and baths more of an ordeal than it is normally for him and he has used it as an excuse to morph from my Schroeder to my Pigpen. (In case you missed it I'm going for the full Peanuts cast.)
Lala has her first camp away tonight with Year 3. She was a little melodramatic but nothing a bus full of giggling girls wouldn't fix. She tried to have an emotional farewell but Flossy thought she was being shanghaied for the bus and was unreceptive to the moment.
Get on the bus, get ON the bus...Yes! Drive you foolish bus driver- NOW! Is that a fixed smile if you ever saw one? Soon she will be in her happy place oblivious to the rest of her family as she does camp stuff with her besties.
Within minutes Floss was trying to come to terms with the pain of separation. She found solace in the counsel of the Swinger at her happy place....
...and in Nanna Freddo's Freddos and cake at Uglypilly Shoppingtown. That is Nanna's happy place. I found myself wandering through Myer horrified at the prices and 'sales' and thinking how, if Ron and Brian used some halogen down lights for a bit of bling and some softly piped musak, they'd provide stiff competition.
That made me miss the op shop so we abandoned the bright lights of the mall and went to our more modest happy place on the way home. Floss picked up a medley of tea sets in a big basket for $2.
I got these little babies for Miss Lala's bedside table to welcome her home tomorrow...
...along with a punnet of her favourite berries. Not that I'm missing her but I might just sleep in her bed tonight.
Did you have a happy place today?