M Kaz has finally taken the hint and acquired a new stringey thing for me. I’m not sure where the other ones are but I suspect they were in the boxes that M Kaz stole from my area when she was decluttering. I’ve been trying to get her to retrieve them so we can play, but she’s been remarkably dense about it. Tonight she saw the light – finally. She had to hunt around for some string (for a new stringey thing) and a rubber band for the end of it. It’s not bad and after we’d had a bit of a go on it, I grabbed it and ran with it – not to my bowl – but Outback this time. M Kaz was a bit surprised and chased me Outback to retrieve it. “It’s mine, not Nigey’s” she kept saying. Hmmm. Let’s talk about “Indian givers” shall we, M Kaz?
I’m not sure those Mummies are going to be glued to the television tonight for the NRL Grand Final. They don’t really follow any NRL team and it’s surprising they know it’s the Knights and the Roosters taking the field. I’m planning to sleep through it because I don’t need to hear questions like “How long are the halves?” (40 minutes, M Kaz, 40 minutes!) “What’s a conversion?” “What’s a conversion worth?” Groan, M Kaz, just groan.
