Another milestone

This weekend, we celebrated Uncle Tom and Auntie Kirrily's engagement by leaving Alice home alone for the first time. Instead of saving the street from some comedy burglars and hooking up with Michael Jackson, a la Macauley Culkin, she slept soundly while one of her many Aunty Kates sat in front of the telly. I very much enjoyed my debut into society and Stu was kind enough to drive me about. Alice contrived to wake up twice that night, having Houdini-babied herself out of her wrap, so thankfully, I didn't overindulge.

The next day, we all strolled down to Bronte for breakfast with the Van Riel troupe. Alice wore her best party frock and seemed to conquer her fear of strangers, getting passed around the whole table and beaming throughout.



Almost as excitingly, we saw whales from our street on the way there. They were close enough to see the spouts and one of them jumping - I'm sure there's a fancy name for that, but it temporarily escapes me. We then followed them along the coast, which was quite lovely. Told that story to my friend Fiona yesterday, who was not quite so excited at first, thinking that I was trying to convince her that I had seen Wales. Of course, that would have been even more of a thrill. Hmm.