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Flat out at the moment. Saturday was the Belconnen Community Fair, where we gave away 700+ books, very few of them mine. I just sat around with a goofy smile.

Sunday we drove to Sydney and I was in the wrong position to get good photographs of the superjumbo Airbus A380 after waiting an hour for it to show. Then we drove around for two hours searching for a Subway.

Exhausted.

Monday was tidying up the house day, with our monthly Booking at the end followed by three hours listening to Jenny Kendall-Tobias, who read out a long email from CoffeeBron (describing Saturday's Belconnen Fair, to the amusement of Guernsey), and laid an oblige on us to take pictures of the BBC Radio Guernsey bumper stickers she's sending out in interesting locations. Not sure what she's let herself in for, but I think we can open her eyes a bit.

Today is more tidy up, my mother and her sister are visiting, and my bits of the house are massive clutter. I'm running out of places to hide it.

NaNoWriMo? About all I'm doing is thinking about it.