Warhol and Grass

Rainy days rainy days.

In what you might term a spate of indoor activity we have been to the Gallery of Modern Art to see an Andy Warhol exhibition, which was fine as it went, but a little repetitive, what with all the repetition and all that.

Still they had a good kids' sections so we returned to see that today (it's raining again). Eloise had a good time - they have a fifty-foot high room filled with helium-inflated silver pillows which the kids play with and some photobooths which make Warhol-esque portraits (the one we got in was broken though I reckon).

The garden has been going mad with the rain-sun-rain-sun cycle. I mowed it the other day and Barton's two-stroke made heavy work of it.

Yesterday a snotty-nosed Eloise and I raked the front bit and we saw Val. She whipper-snipped (that's Aussie for strimmed) our edges and lent us her wheelbarrow. By way of repayment I made a cup of coffee for her, and while I was doing that Eloise helped her take her washing down. Oh how we laughed when she sneezed and blew her nose on the nearest available brassiere....