The Plumber. Blogtober 30th.

It’s lunch time and there’s a stranger on the porch. He’s wearing overalls. He’s got scruffy hair with a beard to match. Who the hell is he?

Light bulb moment :The plumber!

Mister C had specifically sent me the details of his arrival.

And I had totally forgotten he was coming.

There was no time to check if the house was tidy. He was there. He saw me see that he was there. There was no turning back. He was coming in.

‘Hi! Come in!’ I said, probably too enthusiastically.’You are the plumber?’

‘Umm…yes,’ he confirmed with a crooked smile.

Off to an excellent start then.

I walked him toward the taps we were having issues with.

‘Hello! Hello!’ chirped the toddler, as he followed along behind. The plumber, the burliest of men, smiled. A heart smile. One that only the littlest humans can evoke.

‘Hi mate,’ he boomed. ‘What’s your name?’

From then on, it was a matter of Mummy fending off the toddler’s curious strikes at the plumbers tool kit. A wrench? This looks alright. A hammer? An excellent invention indeed. He was truly the most adorable wannabe apprentice plumber.

I told the plumber. ‘He’s inspired. He might become a plumber, too!’

To that, the plumber looked at me with serious eyes.

‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘You tell him to stay in school. He does not want to be a plumber.’

I laughed it off but really I felt so sorry for the man. It was the regret in his eyes. A good man, maybe a little tired of it all. A little bit sick of all the poop. Literally.

I hope he finds another gorgeous toddler to brighten his day tomorrow.

Maybe then the poop will seem a little less…poopy.

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Cupcake. Blogtober 29th.

To her it was just a cupcake.

Given with a smile, but a cupcake all the same.

To me, it was so much more.

It was kindness and joy and love; all rolled into a moment.

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Yes.

It was a lovely moment between friends.

A moment that turned out to be quite delicious, actually.

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An exciting announcement! Blogtober 28th.

My moment today was one of discovery.

Do you remember this young lady?

Zilma, the pigeon.

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You may recall that, after much heartache…

Two new eggs arrived on her nest.

Two more chances to be a Mummy.

Well.

Guess what?

SHE’S DONE IT!

Zilma has become a MUMMY!

Two little pigeon babies born.

Snuggled up with Mummy.

Safe and sound.

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The momentous surprise. Blogtober 27th.

It was an inspired idea.

The park.

On a day like today.

All the smiles came along for the ride.

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The usual fun and games were had.

Climbing! his toddler voice shouted.

Yay. Climbing, said Mummy…

A little less enthusiastically.

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The slide was in it for the good time.

As always, a good friend.

A loyal companion.

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And then it was time for Mummy’s favourite part.

A picnic with her little man.

Sandwiches and…

BERRIES!

The toddler’s all time favourite.

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And then the moment.

DADDY!

He’d snuck to the park on his lunch break.

A momentous surprise!

IMG_7278 One that made every one very, very happy.

Yes.

Even this guy.

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Cottage Pie and the purple potatoes. Blogtober 26th.

Did you know that there are purple potatoes in this world?

They are called ‘Royal Blue’  potatoes.

But by golly gosh.

They.are.purple!

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White on the inside.

Purple on the outside.

Magic.

I’m in love.

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The only thing for it was to make a cottage pie.

The recipe did not require purple potatoes.

Rude. I used them any way.

First, I chopped up the cry babies.

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Then, the stinky one.

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Some white trees.

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Some skinny, orange fellows.

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And finally, some of this.

Parmesan.

Thank you, cheese gods.

Thank you.

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And then…

The moment.

A very proud moment.

Perfect potatoes.

Fluffy, delicious.

And not at all purple any more.

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