I have been rendered mute. At this stage the jury's still out on whether this is part of the same lurgy that seems to have been keeping me company since we returned to Aotearoa, or a whole new exciting one. Either way, I ain't saying much. D is doing his best to cope with the extreme departure from the norm and the shock of a silent wife. Immy told me off this morning for talking like a baby (apparently babies are known for their whispering) and asked if I needed to get a baby in my tummy to help push my voice up in my mouth. erm.
And have you tried going out to run a few errands with 2 possessed demented enthusiastically energetic small children when you have no voice? Yeah, it's a science experiment I wouldn't recommend to the faint-hearted!
That said, we've been managing to keep ourselves entertained whilst I try and figure out what to do with my sewing room (trying to sort out the organisation before the contents of all those boxes have been thrown around and piled in heaps on the floor. For a change). Today's pics are some of the 50+ that resulted from them hanging out with the little camera yesterday morning. (If you look behind Immy where she's holding up one of her favourite books and ignore the disaster zone of their room first thing in the morning, you'll see the orange bookshelf finally did become - at least partially - orange. And it only took another bucket of money, three new products and 6 coats of *even brighter* orange. Score.)
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