Get Out!

Get. Out.

They were my exact words when our wonderful cousins gifted us with this most amazing Jason Wing painting over the weekend.

Get. Out.

In other, less aggressive news, we had a wonderful, wet weekend. There was some gardening, a long drive, we visited the farm in Richmond to buy our fruit and veges and Sparky moved the three cubic metres of topsoil to prep for the turf next weekend. (Just a note: three cubic metres is a lot of soil.) I also managed to undercoat all the trim in the laundry, we played in the rain with Isy and we made French toast, vegetable quesadillas, lamb pot roast and chocolate brownies (not all at once).

Simple, yet really enjoyable. Maybe the Lav. Experiment is having a beneficial effect on this ol' stress-head?