Tears of a Clown

We went to watch Hattie's class present the school assembly last Friday. They put on a performance all about clowns. It was very entertaining, not a bit like the real thing, which is probably why my Coulrophobia (irrational fear of clowns) never kicked in. Hattie did some tightrope walking at the dizzy height of 3cm off the ground (the thickness of a skipping rope). She was wearing black leggings and her oversized white trainers which made her look like a cross between Max Wall and Ronald McDonald. The Assembly Hall is outside and a gust of wind blew some sand into my eyes and made them water just as she was doing her act, either that or a proud parent gene was activated and I was blubbing like a big girl.

George's birthday party went very smoothly on Saturday and the five hours passed without any major incident. There were a couple of 'interesting' moments involving a man with a tyre, a couple of odd looking ducks and a gang of about 20 female teenage pirates... but it would take far too long to explain, you just had to be there. The boys also had a great time in Sizzlers inventing new recipes for 'spiders' (in the UK they are floats... ice cream with fizzy pop poured over). Personally I wouldn't have drunk the one that mixed coke, cream soda, lemon lime & bitters and a kiwi fruit but they seemed to like it.

On Sunday, we spent the late afternoon on the beach and then when the sun went down we stayed and watched a Japanese animated movie. Despite the fact that the film was very good, without the sickly sweet plot and mind numbingly awful soundtrack of a Disney cartoon, and that it was free, and that there was plenty of room even though there were lots of people watching - we still felt a little cheated. It had been advertised that the screen would be floating in the harbour and in the end it was just sat on the beach, very disappointing, and to make matters worse when the moon came up... it wasn't on a stick.

Wendy has been able to buy and install a skype phone, so now we can have conversations for free and you don't have to look at us... that's got to be a good thing. Now you won't have to wear shades to combat the glare being reflected from my bald patch.

At last, I have been for a few job interviews in the last fortnight but still haven't actually managed to secure gainful employment yet, The interviews have gone really well but just when I think I've landed the job they've said to me "Have you ever thought about writing a book?"
In fact for one of the jobs I even got called back for a second interview, it was between me and a young lady... and I came second (there is definitely a joke in there but it's very rude so I'll leave it to you to find it). I am currently hounding the secretary of the Sports Editor of the major newspaper here in Perth in an attempt to arrange to meet up for an interview. The way things are progressing me and Carol may end up going out on a date before I get in to see the Editor.

And finally...
The quirky news story at the end.
I found this cutting in a (different) local paper:
"The other event was a sandcastle competition to mark the first visit to Australia of Pope Benedict XVI in July"

I really wish I could have been at the meeting when they came up with that one. Right so the Pope's coming over this winter what should we do to mark this historic visit?
Well, I think we should give the church a new coat of paint... yes, good.
Do you think we should brush up on our Latin?... fair point, well put.
How about a sandcastle competition... genius.
More communion wine anyone?

Well thats it for another week, I'm going to log onto the interflora website now to order some flowers for Carol.
Bye