Me and Mister C wanted to send a shout out to all the wonderful people, we met during our stay at the Gong (Wollongong) over the weekend. Husband and I celebrated our thirteenth wedding anniversary yesterday; we wanted to take the girls and Mister C away (we did promise them!) for a family getaway to the beautiful beaches up and around the Gong. Out of respect for some close family doing it tough this week and also some of my dear work colleagues and residents, I won’t go into how much fun we had (not very fair don’t you think?). All I will write is we had a better-than-expected time away, enjoyed the family time together, soaked up the magical ocean and even played several games of bare-foot bowling. Thanks to our dear friends also, for helping look after the doggies, chooks, finches and house while we were away (love you H & J.C) …
Mister c was booked in for his second Covid jab (vaccination) on our anniversary day, so we had to ensure we were back in time by 4pm for the appointment. About two hours before the appointment- we were still driving back from the Gong; Mister C went very quiet and I asked if he was, okay? Mister C replied, Oh, I’m okay, Mummy. Just a bit worried about having another needle, but I hope it will go okay like last time- I just won’t look!” Dad smiled and replied, “Yes, my son, you don’t have to look; you were very brave last time- well done and remember not to flex your arm.” I can report, Mister C did very well and sat still for the needle, he even got a cola lollipop afterwards as well (thanks!). As expected, Mister c complained of a sore arm about two hours later, I gave him lots of hugs, a small heated wheat pack for his arm and some trusty ‘Ibuprofen’ (always works well).
On top of all this busyness, I had arranged for the new carpet to be installed in our bedroom downstairs. Unfortunately, it was the only day and time available for approximately two weeks with the carpet company; we were grateful for anything at present, in order to get our bedroom up and running again. I had arranged to drop a spare house key off at the carpet place, with instructions on the auto gate and parking. We arrived home to find no new carpet (I was very dismayed), so I rang the carpet company, who call me back a few minutes later, to say that the carpet layer was running late and would be arriving in about twenty minutes. I was relieved and thanked the office person for arranging it again. I was a bit annoyed as to why the carpet layer had not already completed the job, as was planned about three hours earlier (why did I bother giving the house key out?).
A long story short, we now have a long join across the whole room floor and very thin (not superior) underlay, quite different than what had been laid in the first place (during the previous renovations back in August last year). Husband was quite dismayed as well and commented, “We are supposed to get like for like through insurance, we didn’t want anything more or less; we originally paid extra for thicker softer underlay, but now the carpet feels like there is no underlay at all!” After another phone call (and email from Husband- thanks), turns out the carpet company is going to fix the issue- hopefully later today or tomorrow (thanks very much!). We are certainly very grateful, but with these ongoing issues that have dragged on for nearly three months now, our patience is running a bit thin (if you know what I mean?). Having written this though, we are very aware that we are in a somewhat better situation (even though we think quite crappy) than the thousands who have lost everything in north NSW and south-east QLD (we are so very sorry).
Me and Mister C are also thinking about the families and communities severely affected by the ongoing attacks on Ukraine at present; our warm thoughts are with you all and we hope the frightening raids will end soon and peace can be restored to your unique country. Our hearts go out to the men, women and children who have been lost during these atrocious acts of war. During these modern times (compared to World War II times), it is hard to fathom that an apparently ‘sane’ leader of another country can be so heartless, deliberately enabling such destruction and devastation to cause death and unimaginable harm to others. The girls participated in a local school fundraiser, to help raise funds for the Ukraine communities, the school raised a total of fifteen hundred dollars together- well done! We hope these extra funds help towards food and shelter relief for families in the affected areas. Our hearts are with you all; I know we can all do more to help…
Due to the limited time remaining after our trip away and further issues with carpet and flooring at our house (and another trip to Ikea to purchase a bed and items lost in the floods), here is another word from Mister C instead- I think this will sum everything up quite nicely (in true Mister C style)…
Dad was working from home and was sitting at the dining table as a make-shift office desk. Mister C came in and said, “Hi, Dad, you woke up really early, today!” Dad nodded and smiled, “Yes, my son, I have lots of work to do today!” Mister C sighed and replied, “Well, I’m busy today too, I’m growing a moustache today, just like you- right now! They look really cool and I want an orange one to match my orange hair.” Dad looked up from the computer screen and tried not to laugh “Wow, my son, that might look quite good- but maybe for when you’re older?” Mister C smiled and sighed, “How do I get one, then Dad?” Dad stopped typing, “Well, you need to be much older for hair to grow on your face, my son. I tried to grow a ‘mo’ for Mummy’s fortieth birthday dress-up party when you were a baby, but only grew half of one!” Mister C giggled, “Oh, I don’t want to grow half a ‘mo’, I want a whole thick orange one-now!” Both laughed…
February 2022
A Word from Mister C…
“It’s your anniversary today, Mummy!’ Mister C shouted with delight. “It’s now thirteen years isn’t it, since you walked down the path to the beach at Mollybook? All those years ago, I wasn’t even born yet; I was only in your mind way back then. Flossy was just a baby and Widy was really little, just like I was.” I smiled and nodded, “Yes, my son, thanks for remembering our anniversary. Dad and I have been together fifteen years, but married for thirteen now.” Mister C ran over to give me a hug, “Wow, that’s a really long time! Dad will get you a pair of shoe laces as a gift for you, Mummy. I heard Dad say he has to get you lace to celebrate thirteen years for your anniversary.” … “Wow,” I giggled, “Can I have rainbow laces instead, my son?” Both laughed… 👞👞
Stay tuned…
Wonderful news, our fifth book has now had it’s final proof (phew!) and will be sent to the Printer this week; all things going well we should receive the books in about a week or so (very exciting!). Thanks to our superb designer (L.F) from ‘Fenton Creative’, we thank you for all your work and patience to get our project up and running; without you we wouldn’t have a book to publish at all. Stay tuned for more zany words from Mister C; we also look forward to the end of term one at school and another rest for the kids (and parents?) at home… Hugs from Mister C 🙌
So glad this busy family got to have some fun time together at the Coast….everyone works very hard!