- Catherine Irwin
- Perth, WA, Australia
- Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......
Sunday, 17 October 2010
A Few More Extras Too ..
We have had a big weekend, adding to the family way.
The first, after a lot of deliberation, market research and counting of pennies, was the purchase and arrival of Paddy. I really wasn't too fussed about Paddy either way. I was fairly neutral on the subject and at a push, probably would have preferred to leave Paddy at retail wonderland than invite him to live with us.
However .... and hindsight is a wonderful, precious thing, can I just say, I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH PADDY!!!! Every time I walk into the lounge room and my eyes are drawn to not only his size (!!!) but his presentation and overall clarity, I am truly mesmerized. The kids are now shaking their heads and sighing at all of my swooning and carrying on. 'Mummy, get over it - it's a tv!'. True, however, I never knew what I was missing out on until Paddy came into my life. All 51 inches of pure plasmic joy:)
The other, is Geoffrey. Now, the OBH, has been wanting Geoffrey for a very long time. Probably as long as we have been married. My response has always been to mutter 'Have a look in the Quokka or a Garage Sale'. Now, apparently, there is so much more to owning Geoffrey's than I was aware of (or even really wanted to know). It all has to do with one's balance and stride, along with individualised swing, poise, posture and the ratio of natural ability versus exertion. If one has poor quality Geoffrey's, one is unlikely to continue with the sport, which by the way is beneficial to physical and emotional well-being as well as the encouragement of friendships (and overall happier OBH's) - I am told.
So off went my lovely OBH for a Geoffrey evaluation, along with the mortgage papers and the trust accounts for the children. And home came a beaming OBH and the rather dashing looking Geoffrey (who consequentially, has smaller off-spring junior Geoffrey's which come with the overall package). But seriously, seeing my OBH so happy after 17 years of waiting and longing and hoping was all worth it - every cent. And for the record, Geoffrey didn't cost too much. Just between you and me, I would have let my OBH pay double the amount just to see his child-like face and excitement at being able to play golf again (Geoffrey, of course, being golf clubs!).
However ... I do have to draw the line at one thing. When I walked into our bedroom last night, there was Geoffrey in all his refinement tucked into bed, heads (!) on the pillow and snuggled down under my vintage Cath Kidson throw.
But, then I got to thinking, I wonder if Paddy would fit onto my side?