My biggest kid started kinder this week and loves it. He'll be fine.
My smallest kid is loved wherever I take her round these parts and that bodes well. She'll be fine.
My big fella is down here with us on leave from work, before heading back to wind up work and metro life. Plenty of work down here. He'll be fine.
I've started Zumba here, I've joined a riding club, I've met some people from my prospective new fire brigade, I already know some great chicks from the local Booby Club, I have a friend in Inverloch who's invited us for a meal (I did the Horse Property Management course with her), and, well, I'm only looking up from here in my new town. I've also learned that cooking in an electric frypan offers a world of possibilities (pasta, french toast, beans and rice).
I've already lost some girth from the week I was here with the kids by myself - a couple of walks up and down the road each day (one of those is the evening constitutional, or, "The Wombat Hunt", as Small Boy knows it) and some trips up the hill have seen to that. Nice surprise, actually - I can fit into that little skirt I bought, with much optimism, a couple of months ago...that's always pleasant.
It's the little things. The bakery in town has a daily bread specialty. Mondays is Irish Soda Bread...well, THAT makes me very happy! Of course, I could always ask my dad for his recipe...such memories eating this bread evokes! My dad used to bake this on a Sunday (when he was on shore leave) and we'd have a massive loaf for the whole week. It keeps very well, unsliced, and tastes great when toasted. One sandwich of this bread would be very filling for lunch at school, where two sangas of the supermarket variety always left wanting. This, and Small Boy's new favourite bread, Malti-Oat Bran loaf, make living here just that extra bit better. We have two very good bakeries in town, and Burra Hot Breads is my hands down favourite. Great muffins, great breads and fabulous pies. Love my new life.
