Friday, July 6, 2007
karma don't celebrate no birthday
Had a great birthday yesterday. Visit from the family for lunch (except Sammy and tribe who couldn't make it). Mum and I put my new sheets on the bed (1000 thread-count, like sleeping on Ivy's fat little thighs). Some wonderful pressies - a great casserole dish, a bush-basher stroller for track-walks, an Ipod from Keith, Ivy and Banana. Exciting packages in the post from Lucy, Shirin and Lolo and lots of lovely phone messages.
I felt very lucky. Unlike Keith, who has been smacked across the back of the head all week by the karma fairy. His tent got nicked from the campground on Tuesday night, so he slept on his office floor with his head on his trackie dacks. Then today he went for a surf in the best swell of the year (Brickies was, like, pumping: 6 foot overhead and offshore. Which is, like, good). Caught one wave and then the next one snapped his board in half. He trudged in the door looking very forlorn.
Tomorrow he has to change the pan in the Rota-Loo - I hope his luck has changed.