Doodle 
I had a lovely visit with Gubbins and her Mummy yesterday and she phoned DS in London so we had a very special virtual family reunion (if a bit teary).
Gubbins hair, the most beautiful, wavy auburn, is very long now, almost to her waist. She doesn't like it being combed or brushed - I think Mum waits until she's asleep to tackle it! 
Funily enough, her Daddy had a thing about having his hair washed until we found ways round it.
Only 7 days to go before DS is home. He's set up a few interviews so warns it might be a few days before he can get over here to visit. Just knowing he's' back in Aotearoa will be good.
I'm afraid my nigling hip is now givingme more pain than is comfortable so I've made an appt with the doc who will no doubt send me for an X-ray. Then, if results warrant it, I'll go on the list for a replacement.
It's Labour (long) Weekend here when we celebrate the day in 1840 that Samuel Parnell, a carpenter persuaded the govt to agree to no more than an 80 hour working week without consultation.
Ironically, the area of Auckland now named Parnell for him is where all the high-flying millionaire types live.

Traditionally, at least until global warming became a factor, this was also the weekend the weather got better but not this year. It's wild, windy and wet.
(a bit like some of our politicians) 