Horseshoe

Yawn. In some ways, it's nice to have a day trip interstate. Bypassing the check-in queues and the luggage claim is surprisingly attractive. But it is a little hard to reconcile that with the early start and late finish. But it's all over now. And I didn't fall asleep in any meetings - not even during the in-flight entertainment (Australian v Sri Lanka Twenty20 match) on the way home.

It did mean that I wasn't in a fit state to get up early again for the 15km (in 2 hours) beach walk with the rest of the mob from work. They bussed away from Enoggera at 6am this morning, and it was either the perambulation or the sausage sizzle that left them staggering slightly on return to work around 11am.

We had our first prospective tenant to inspect the house this morning. In typical style, there was a lot of last-minute tidying to do. But the rumours on the street are that it paid off, and we may have a contract. It will be a relief if we don't have to go through it all again.

This evening, in an effort to prepare ourselves for discomfort and jet lag, we've decided that we need even more seven-year-old girls to keep us company. It's a little pandemonious, but it looks so far as though everyone will come out with life and limb intact - although perhaps not in tact. I assume that there may be a call for some snoozing and snoring tomorrow. You will of course recognise that the title of this blog entry is the word Helen & Steph use for pretend-snoring.