We’re back at home, and I’m really looking forward to going to sleep in my own bed. Sorry mum and dad, but that bed at your house is just not all that comfortable!
Although Troy slept on the trundle in with Jericho and Soren last night, so at least I didn’t have the snoring to contend with.
It was a good day today. Since Hamilton to Ballarat is a lot shorter drive than Hamilton to Yarra Glen, we were able to do something in the morning before we left, rather than having to devote the whole day to driving. Since Penshurst was having a spring market in their hall we decided we might as well go there as anywhere, and drove over.
It was a little market, so we looked at everything and then said yes when the kids asked if we could go on a horse and coach ride. That was lovely- mum and dad and the kids rode inside the coach and Troy and I rode up on the seat at the back, so it was just like we were on a date, except for the kids being able to spy on us through a flap in the coach, ha ha ha. Being outside in the sunshine was good, and a stagecoach offers a really good vantage point for being able to check out all the houses and yards, which I always enjoy doing.
Back at the market everyone got a fried spiral potato on a stick. I had never seen such a thing, but they were so good! The kids were super impressed – when we did good thing/bad thing at the dinner table every single one of them said their good thing for today was the potato on a stick.
There was a second hand bookshop just down the street that we visited too. I was disappointed by the lack of pony books (in a shop that really looked like it should have had some) but apart from that I kind of loved it – it was just crowded everywhere with books on shelves and in piles and in suitcases and boxes. It made me wish again that I could have a second hand book shop of my own, although I have to admit I would probably struggle to actually SELL books and not want to keep them all for myself.
Speaking of second hand books, the Babysitters Club graphic novels I bought at the Mill Market the other day have paid for themselves in entertainment value already. Not just for me – I took them to Hamilton and I read them all there, Emma read them all before we left, and all the boys read them in the car on the way home. Even Nicholai admitted, “They’re not that bad,” which from our misanthropic teenager is saying a lot.
We got home around 4, and the children unpacked the car with great efficiency. Mostly because they wanted to go on their devices, rather than because they are just naturally helpful, but I’ll take it.
The light-fitting adaptor we’ve been waiting on was in the mailbox when we got home, so after I’d unpacked and put washing on, I set up Sebastian’s new enclosure. It’s a lot bigger than his other one, so he’s got more room to move around and there’s space for a basking rock and a hollow tree tunnel and another chunk of wood he can climb on or climb under. It looks good, and he seemed quite happy exploring his new home.
Troy and I are watching old-school UFC tonight. It’s UFC #3 (for context, the UFC event this weekend is #216, and #3 is from 1994) and it has been really interesting to see what it evolved from. This third event is the first one in which the ref has the power to stop the fight, which pretty obviously grew out of a couple of awful fights in event #2, and we’re watching them do a whole lot of stuff that they’re no longer allowed to do, like grab the fence and pull hair and head butt each other. I mean, UFC is still kind of awful and extremely violent, but it’s not as bad as it was!
Deep fried potato spirals on a stick.