Procrastinating… again

I should be packing. We go camping tomorrow. Instead I’ve just finished a glass of red and am now “sampling” a shot of Chef’s coffee liqueur. I’m up to packing clothes for the kids, and just tipping their entire wardrobe (they’re boys, they wear essentially two sets of clothes on high rotation) into a New Zealand suitcase and being done with it. But then I come over all “but what if it gets cold”, “what about something for at night” blah blah blah. So I’m drinking instead.

Seems perfectly logical to me.

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I read something today that the US are looking at our program Kath & Kim. I’m really hoping they just air it rather than recreating it. This is some of my favourite television of all time, and not just because the daughter (with a muffin top to rival my own) has my name. I’m shallow but not that shallow.
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Did anyone else just cry like a baby when they saw Bindi reading her eulogy for her dad? And the cameras cutting to Terri trying to hold it together with Bob on her lap? The tears did flow from my eyes.
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I put in a job application today at the institution where Bec and I met. For a job I kind of worked on in a more junior role before I had Felix, as a contractor. As I entered the building, dealt with the useless security guard at the entrance (who just let me sign in my name and then enter the entire building to wander wherever I so wished), and found the office (a laser printed sign blue-tacked to a door) and just wandered in, I couldn’t help muttering to myself “never go back, you’re not meant to ever go back, never go back…”. It was 4.50 and the place was deserted. (Although – Bex – I saw Lyn and we had a great catch-up. I’d be working with her, the groovemeister that she is. Oh to be so funky.) That said, someone is working in the job and wants it, and is good at it and so it would be highly unlikely they wouldn’t get it. Don’t you just love the public service…
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OK, I must away. I may return as a mini-reward for myself after getting the boys gear together.
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