Apparently John Brack is at the Ian Potter NGV
not the NGV - as I found out after I waited in line with all the other very keen Dali-heads for about …..half an hour!!!! Nevermind, we got there, the kids got to do some dali-stuff while I waited in line:
I love living in Melbourne - and it’s nice to be home long enough on the weekends to enjoy it. And Damage cooked tea on Saturday night - he conceptualised, he hunted and gathered and he executed - chicken casseroley thingy - yum, all the better because I didn’t have to lift a finger…. But then, he did spend half of our sunday listening to the footy via his phone. Which gave me the shits and I behaved like a child. Then he composted the garden so I stopped being a spoilt brat and made some pumpkin soup. Which was yum. And a chocolate self saucing pudding. Which was also yum. I’m off to have some soup.
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Well at least you still got yourself some culcha! Looking forward to seeing Dali soon ourselves.
Hey Cath…. I thought I had previously visited your blog… and I have. How could I forget the cheezels and the hero/villian child..!!??!! It was great to meet you today and I look forward to chatting more soon!
Do you have an email? I couldn’t find one…..
great meeting you yesterday - can’t wait to check out your blog.
Have been living in a dreamworld that if I waited long enough, some fairy would put their babysitting hand up and I’d get to do Brack sans anklebiters. At least now I know precisely where we’ll be lining up…
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