Day 61. 113,643 words. Weekend flatline begins now.
We went to my aunt and uncle’s place on our 16th day of summer holidays. This was enjoyable, because – well for a start they’re good people. And they also had a swimming pool, so Wump could finally try again with the snorkel without getting salt water in her mouth.
She was still a bit hesitant and didn’t really get much snorkelling done, because she still had loose teeth to contend with and there wasn’t particularly much to see in the pool and the goggles were a bit oversized so they leaked. But it was fun.
The pool was also solar heated, which meant it wasn’t particularly refreshing on a hot summer day … but it was slightly cooler than the outside air and it was nice to have a splash.
We hung out there for a while, and then Wump had a sad little meltdown towards the end of the visit because my sister and nieces were headed back to Margaret River and she wouldn’t get to play with them anymore. So that was all a bit tragic.
We went home and just generally tried to get on with our lives.
I was delighted, that evening, to see that my dad’s bookshelf had diversified a little in the past couple of years. His collection’s a bit sparse, and I’m not sure how the Shrill Antitheist Twins would feel about sharing shelf-space with me … but funny anyway.