I am going to break away from the honest blogging story for a moment to tell you something that happened today - which is also true.
I have always maintained my son is a genius. Not just because I am his mum and I love him, but a bona fide genius. He learned to count and read by the time he was 3. He could type by the age of 7 and at 11 he can read and memorise the credits at the end of a film, then retype them with matching fonts and layouts and a whole load of stuff that you never knew Microsoft Word could do - at about 150 words per minute.
This intelligence was severely underestimated in his previous school and it cost them. And when I told them they nodded patronisingly as if I was talking about a cat that could open a tin or a dog that understood walkies.
I have long suspected that Boo is memorising dates. Sometimes we go into a place we havn't been for a while, and he reams off the date of the last time we were there.
For Example: we were walking into the cinemaplex to see Mon…
So today is the day that some clever marketing company decided to call "Blue Monday" I guess this is because in the Northern Hemisphere at least, it represents the peak of christmas being totally over, with Spring not even visible in the distance. For me it was the first Monday after my lovely trip home to Australia to see my family, who I had convinced to spend a week in a caravan park at the beach. A proper post-christmas summer holiday as opposed to a stay-cation which is all too common in a place where it is actually really hot all summer.
I had a great time being super-aunty to my 3 lovely nieces, mixing kitchen cocktails for my sister and her husband, and walking on the long sandy beach at Apollo Bay, which is on the Great Ocean Road, about an hour and a half from Melbourne.