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I know this post is a couple of days late; I'm not going to make a habit of it. I've been up till 1am every night for the past three nights, and since Wonderboy hasn't yet reached that point in his little life where sleeping is a good choice, we've also been up each of those mornings at around 7am... But here's Five Senses Sunday, in all it's painful, post Grand Final glory...
The sight of people (most dressed ready to support the Manly Sea Eagles) pouring into the Olympic Stadium, geared up for a big Grand Final!
The sound of the wall of noise that 81,000 crazed football fans can make on kickoff (also the sound of over half those fans booing Michael Crocker after he pulled a late tackle on Brett Stewart and knocked him rotten, and chanting "Off! Off! Off! Off!")
I'd like to tell you all about the taste of a hot footy meat pie, but I never did end up having one! Maybe I can say the taste of bitter defeat...
The smell of new car interior... We managed to trade our good ol' Corolla in on the weekend, buying our first real 'Mum & Dad' car, a white 2006 Subaru Forester. Pete's picking it up tomorrow, and I'll post a photo then.
And now, just to make me feel better - the feel of my knitting. I haven't picked up the sticks much over the long weekend, but here's what I'm up to in my 'Ines' Rowan Linen print top:
And, in other news: I just checked on my wait list status on Ravelry, and I'm only 215 people away from being invited! I can't wait! Just goes to prove after this weekend's disappointments, there's always something good going on in life...
Has it been a week already?
The smell of flowers in my garden. Most of them at the moment don't actually have a scent, except for this one - Diosma. It won't be long till the lovely roses I planted will be blooming, though - I am starting to see little buds growing!
The feel of sunshine on my back on a clear spring day. It was so nice outside; I ended up chatting with my best mate (holidaying in the US) for nearly an hour and a half, sitting on the front step...
The taste of beautiful, clean water - how lucky are we? I reckon that even for its faults, I live in the best country in the word, bar none. But we all feel that way, don't we?!
The sound of Rosellas fighting over seed in the backyard. I put wild bird seed mix in the bird feeder and sat myself down, camera in hand, waiting for the onslaught - I could hear them carrying on in the bug gumtrees - but nothing. Every time I went inside? At least three at a time, dangling upside down from the branches and the bird feeder! They frighten easily, and although I did my best David Attenborough sneak, but they're too good, scarpering well before I got within cooee of them and their afternoon tea.
The sight of Wonderboy, chowing down on his afternoon tea - an oatmeal and sultana biscuit ("Bikkah! Bikkah!" as he says). He's such a cute little dude!
And back to work tomorrow!
The sight of people (most dressed ready to support the Manly Sea Eagles) pouring into the Olympic Stadium, geared up for a big Grand Final!
The sound of the wall of noise that 81,000 crazed football fans can make on kickoff (also the sound of over half those fans booing Michael Crocker after he pulled a late tackle on Brett Stewart and knocked him rotten, and chanting "Off! Off! Off! Off!")
And now, just to make me feel better - the feel of my knitting. I haven't picked up the sticks much over the long weekend, but here's what I'm up to in my 'Ines' Rowan Linen print top:
