Catching A Breath And Catching Up

I started a new job yesterday, still with the same Christian charity I've been working at for the past few months and only a temp assignment, but a new job nonetheless. What I should have done, bright and early, was blog about what a fantastic weekend I had and tell you all that it was Morgan's birthday yesterday. My bad, as the young people say.

Instead I was deep in learning the new job, and reeling from the realisation that my future for the next few months is a loooong morning commute to way out in the 'burbs. Way. Out. There are only three of us in the office, in part of an lovely old building set in beautiful grounds, and yesterday I dropped a pin and I actually heard it. On carpet.

So. The weekend was fabulous, the higlight being the 50's Fair on Sunday.



Set in the grounds of a fabulous modernist house built in 1950, the fair was chock full of market stalls, entertainers and people in 50's gear.



I challenged myself by conquering my shyness and asking people if I could take their picture. It was a fun event, and everyone who was dressed up was very amenable to having their picture taken. There are more pics over on my Flickr photo stream.



Afterwards a bunch of the Sydney Photobloggers, plus Morgan and myself, headed to Kate and Sam's house for a barbeque.



With yummy bickies! It was a fab way to spend the day, and I wouldn't have changed any of it for the world. Great fun.