Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Proof that I am in fact slowly but surely morphing into my mother:



  • I was super-excited about today's trip to Elizabeth Farm.
  • I was even super-exciteder about the mere tantalising prospect of *annual membership* to the Historic Houses Trust of NSW (as a 'concession household' no less - MrB is still officially a student)
  • I poohpoohed Ms Chesty LaRue and her pouring of scorn on my plans for a super-fun family day.
  • I showered and dressed myself and the twins, packed a picnic lunch (cheese rolls, apples, home-made chocolate muffins and a bottle of apple juice), cleared the kitchen and informed MrB at 9am that I was going in 5 minutes. He was playing his stupid computer games in his PJs.
It was a lovely day out. The girls loved running about the House - and it's fantastic that they allow that - you can sit on the chairs, lay about on the day beds, look pensively out of the french windows while writing long letters back to England. I love museums that don't have everything roped off with 'Do Not Touch' signs everywhere. And I even managed to indulge in some essential make-believe crinoline-swishing and general hoity-toity-ness. We had a nostalgic and Blyton-esque picnic in the gardens with the girls doing even more running about. It was fun. It's what holidays and parenting is all about. So not scoffing!



And we even got to visit my bestest friend Jude, and admire The Only Tree in Quakers Hill.


It's all good.


*and what's even better is that all four girls are going to their grandparents house tomorrow for four whole days!!!! And so MrB and I are going to do even more museum-ing! Oh! What exciting lives we lead....*

9 Comments:

Blogger MissE said...

Hmph.

It wasn't scorn, MissB. It was mild amusement. Which this blog post seems to suggest you actually share.

I've even been to Elizabeth Farm. So there.

3/1/07 8:40 pm  
Blogger actonb said...

So there *sticks tongue out AND blow a big fat rapsberry*

3/1/07 8:57 pm  
Blogger Original Mel said...

How sweet! You guys have nicknamed having sex "museum-ing"! That's so cute...

4/1/07 8:52 am  
Blogger Mountjoy said...

That's no nickname, Mel. When you've been married all that time, and have 4 kids, I'm sure AB means that having sex is like going to a museum... cobwebs, musty smells, bit and pieces that haven't been used in years, all badly in need of oiling, lest they squeak....

4/1/07 9:21 am  
Blogger Thursday's Child said...

Don't you feel loved now actonb?

4/1/07 7:59 pm  
Blogger actonb said...

Mel - Ha! If only it were so....Unfortunately it means visiting the Police & justice Musuem. But I'll see what else I can organise...

Donnie - Precisely!

Missy - This idea is catching on. I have shared it with MrB. He is liking the new euqphemism very much. Still isn't going to get him any though...

W - huh? Feel loved by whom exackerly? Loved by my In-Laws? Very much so!

4/1/07 9:09 pm  
Blogger Thursday's Child said...

I meant loved by the Punters commenting on your sex life :)

Sorry, am unclear these days.

5/1/07 9:06 am  
Blogger Mex said...

you went to a HHT house??? and you are considering becoming a MEMBER???

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo

you should join the National Trust. you are supporting a NFP charity organisation who gets HARDLY ANY govt funding (unlike smarmy HHT types) and you also get reciprocal UK NT membership to boot! now thats more bang for your buck if you ask me.

i am very adamant about this.

8/1/07 11:49 am  
Blogger actonb said...

W - I can feel the live in the house. It's all good :)

Mex - We did get membership. And I'm going to get my moneys worth, don't you worry about that. We had membership of NT AND English Heritage in the UK. I was a member of NT here too, once upon a time.

8/1/07 1:12 pm  

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