I forgot to say we saw Owen Wilson at bills in Darlinghurst when we popped up there for lunch Sunday a week ago…he was sitting on his own at the communal table and his bodyguard was sitting at a table immediately at his back. Owen was just reading, and everyone was trying to act like Owen Wilson wasn’t sitting across from their scrambled eggs.
Today I went to my second outdoor group fitness class. It’s designed for mums and as a result they have nannies there, so you can leave your bub with the nannies and focus on your workout. Josie didn’t go down for her morning nap before we left, and she didn’t sleep there, so she was pooped and fell asleep in the car on the way home. Poppet. She had been awake for four hours so it’s not surprising. What is surprising though is that she didn’t lose it for the nannies, and in turn that meant I could do the full hour’s class. Go Bunny! What a good girl.
Now the poppet is asleep in her cot, I think it’s time to have something to eat, and then hopefully have a bit of a lie down myself. All that running around has knackered me.