Sometimes you just can't begin at the beginning anymore.
After a week or more of decidedly autumnal weather, the sun has come out in full force in Bondi, and correspondingly therefore, the clothes have come off on the beach and around.
It's 4pm on Sunday afternoon. The beach currently looks like this.
Secretly fearing it might be the last time we'll see summer for a while, nobody's in any rush to be leaving soon. I can share - for now; I'm ok with that. The exclusive Bondi winter playground will belong to us again soon enough.
Just finished a week at home between jobs. Tomorrow will be the third new start in as many months so I'm hoping I can stick at this one. I spent some time in the office already last week, so I've got an idea what I'm in for. Friendly but reserved bunch so far. Computer programmers. Not a lot of eye contact. I'm working on how best to handle them all (I've been advised by the outgoing girl to treat them like big kids if in doubt!), but generally thrilled to be given the opportunity - small start up company, media related, huge prospects, office just around the corner. Perfect.
Meanwhile the week off wasn't really. By the time we'd got through the family of four squashed in the girl child's bedroom, the backlog of shopping, cleaning, washing and ironing, got Seb to school, Jaime Kay to daycare, Jake to daily meetings and interviews in the city, well, it was all rather busy. Throw in a coupla doctors appointments, friends in crisis (oh, how I wish I could make it right), repeated birthday shopping for a 12 year old who changes his mind quite often and a full day play date between two pre-teens, it was chaos as usual really.
Looking forward to a more rewarding job, and a more organised home front too. New possibilities abound!