Presents from in-laws

Tomorrow my husband and I have to take kid to a 2nd birthday party, for friends of ours. It's at 10am, I applaud them for going boldly and scheduling an early party, also for holding it as a picnic (nice and easy, focus is on social, not food). But I haven't made an effort to make intended quiche and agreed with husband we should do it tomorrow, before we go. But I suspect he doesn't realise we are due so early! Plus it's pageant day, and we have to walk into gardens as a consequence (which we would do anyway, but no second option of travel).

Other news? I have gone crazy requesting DVDs at library. Was embarrassed to walk into library and see I have a shelf area cordoned off. Had been searching by actors and requesting anything said actor had been in; some real duds-a lot of Luke Wilson & Adam Sandler films "inadvertently" requested. Plus DVD isn't working. What turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable was Saturday Night Fever, which I borrowed because of its Brooklyn setting and as the production executive stated, 60 different locations were used.

In laws visited and we had lunch at the markets, and father in law bought me a book on kangaroos, which sounds kind of random, but it was a very nice hard cover edition that he already owns. He talked it up, said " you wouldn't believe how many kangaroos there are!" I am sure in a few years time the kid will like it too. At the Antiques Market I bought myself a Womans Day magazine from year of my birth, had fun browsing some of the different editions-as a matter of interest, it was $4 to read something from the 70s and it would cost me $20-30 to order a back copy of Frankie magazine (which I was just browsing now). Also bought a Mandy Sayer novel, based on the development and evictions in Victoria Street, Kings Cross in the 70s, that she witnessed as a child growing up there, which I am looking forward to reading

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