So, here we are, Sunday evening and another week draws to a close. Saturday began disgustingly early when B decided he'd go and meet a cycling group he'd been put in touch who set off from Fremantle at 6.30 am. As usual we were all awake with him, which on this occasion was 5.45am!!! Words have been had and he's agreed that in future he'll go out the back way. As I was making breakfast for the boys, they were watching a bit of kids tv (porridge takes a while to stew and my lads haven't lost the habit despite the heat). Suddenly Alfie cried out "Mummy, there's a spider in here". "So what?" is the usual response but, this being Australia, I thought I'd better investigate. Thank heavens I did. Crawling across the sofa, not 12 inches from Ru, was a fine redback in all its black and red glory. I am now eternally grateful that my innate fear of spiders has rubbed off on the kids. They aren't very big, but their bite is potentially deadly, and very painful too I'm led to believe. I got the boys out of there and the big spray can of nasty poison was put to use, followed up with a size 5 sandal just for good measure. Waaay too close for comfort.
In the afternoon we went to some friends for a BBQ. A good Irish family who know how important it is to get the beers cold and the whiskey flowing as soon as the food is dispensed with! They're ex-neighbours of a friend from Cobh, who we never met when we lived there but were put in touch with as they migrated here about 3 months before us. We had a great evening even though we've only known them for a very short time. Brian especially as I was driving : 0/
Then on Sunday we had another BBQ "booked" at our own place. It was to be the Christening of our own ridiculously large grill that has been sitting doing nothing for a week because the electric ignition won't work. A match did a very fine job and Brians cousin, her partner and their son were great company. The boys all had a swim and we just sat and watched, ate and drank a few stubbies (as I'm discovering they're called here). Suddenly we could hear helicopters. Low helicopters. We thought it odd, but didn't really worry too much until they came across for the third time. B's cousin thought they might be fire drenchers and that was confirmed as we got a slight smell of smoke. By checking online we found out there was a bush fire not a mile down the road. After the recent devastation to the south of Perth when one of these got badly out of control and wiped out nearly 100 houses it sent shivers up our spine, but in truth we're really quite safe where we are as there isn't a huge amount of "bush" in this suburban area. They seemed to get it all under control fairly quickly and within an hour or so the choppers were stepped down and peace once again reigned on our leafy streets.
The pool.
One man and his barbie.
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