Where the Hell is Maclean?

Today was one of those days full of strategic vision, tactical planning, precise execution, decisive action, leadership,  individual contributions , family teamwork, group tasks, individual tasks, communication, conversation, consternation, toleration, guidance, feedback, annoying feedback, very annoying feedback, loving feedback and fun feedback.

It started with porridge and coffee for breakfast.  Yum.  It included a variety of tasks such as filling water tanks, hitching and preparing the van for the road, yelling at Jack and Jarrah for fighting in the van, showing Jack how to roll up an electrical lead, emptying the waste bucket and getting the sludge on me, driving the mob from Billinudgel to Maclean (where the frickin' hell is Maclean?)  catching Andrea looking up a knights skirt (see Exhibit A), setting up the van at the showgrounds in Maclean, emptying the toilet cassette into the dump point, disassembling the rear wheel on Jacks bike (hub bearing have shat themselves), playing soccer, making coffee, playing scrabble, playing drums with the boys and Andrea, happy hour, cooking on the barbie, hugging Jarrah after he smashed his shin, hugging Fletcher after spilling his cool drink, kissing and hugging them all to bed.  Wine.  Chocolate.

 

Exhibit A



Cro-Magnon bonding session.



A bridge. 

 

All of this in just one wonderful day.  I can't wait for the next one!

 

This rather brief blog is brought to you by guest columnist Bruce Johnston, as if you hadn't guessed.