Right now I’m wanting to strangle a certain teenager for her selfish, self-absorbed attitude. As one does. Goes with the territory. Yaddah yaddah. Can I just share?
Ms 16 has just decided to cook up some spaghetti for lunch, and to heat up some leftover bolognaise sauce.
But, oh crap, what’s this in the bolognaise? Ewwww – a fly. Yuk indeed. Don’t really want to think about when it got in there, the point is that it’s there now.
“So what do I do?”
“Well, you’ll have to throw it out.”
*rolls eyes and huffs with OMG attitude.*
“Well, what do you want me to say? Eat it?”
And so we then witness a “Well what am I going to eat then?” performance that even had Ms 14 raising her eyebrows.
I’m such a bad mother. Nothing else to eat in the house at all. Apparently.
I also just discovered I’d stepped in something in my slip-on shoes. (Wondered what that smell was.) I’ve just hoiked it outside to deal with later…
Happy place, happy place…
So I’ll revisit my walk down on the beach yesterday afternoon. I never tire of experiencing our beach – although I daresay I’m risking beach photo overload. And ‘waxing-lyrical-about-the-beach’ overload.
But! I just love walking down there in the late afternoon. Something about the light.
It’s after 6pm – with daylight saving having started, these late afternoons walks are getting late. And are only going to get later. Ms 14 and friend had just been down there, and ran back asking if it was ok for them to go for a swim. “It’s so nice down there!”
Zooming in on the CCTV – I mean ‘Mum camera’. This is them. Not much swimming happening. Reckon the water is still pretty chilly at this time of year! It was last week when I decided to take myself down for a dip one morning.
And I know I keep taking photos of this island – can’t help it – it’s kind of .. prominent. And it really catches the sun at this time of day.
And then I head north to the rocks at the end of the beach.
What’s that on the rock? Another bird. Must be the place to be. ‘I’m the king of the castle…’
This one flew away as well when I tried to get closer.
But I think it could have been a Brahminy Kite.
When it’s low tide as well, you get the whole reflection thing happening.
Not a bad way to end the afternoon, as I look back to where I live, and prepare myself for battle.
It’s only just gone lunchtime, and I’m counting down the hours till I can do it again.