Eggbert survived.

Thanks to Badness Jones, who gave us the lowdown on  previous egg vehicular success, Maddy’s ovular friend lived to see another day.

In fact, several days

until Sunday, when our fridge died

and so did the eggman.

He stunk out the whole kitchen

or perhaps the stench was actuallycoming from under and behind the frigidaire

 as it protested to almost four years of dust and other disgusting paraphenalia that had collected there.

I know

gross.

I have my excuses and I’m sticking to them.

Doesn’t matter,

the whole area and the fridge have now been scrubbed down in anticipation of the fridge fix it guy,

 he  turned up

eventually.

He told us how to stop our dogs barking and how to thwart their negative behaviour

oh

and also that our fridge is stuffed.

We had been living out of eskies for three days already and today had to turf  hundreds of dollars worth of spoiled food

but

who cares about that?

We can have an emergency replacement fridge, while ours makes the trek up to Brisbane.

No promises were made

but the fridge fix it guy (who was really very nice)

said it would probably be another 48 hours

at least.

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In other news;

I handed over two gift certificates for photography sessions (by me) as a donation for prizes in the Preschool Christmas raffle

and made myself sick with fear in the process.

Oh yes, I did.

There is no turning back now.

While all this was going on, David and I made an executive decision to spend our dwindling funds on a small bar fridge to get us through  until replacement fridge day.

He made a dash across town and when he returned, we discovered that the baby fridge

was more like a concertina fridge.

Seems, it had been dropped from the palette and quietly sold to us, great hulking dents and all.

Of course, we can return it but by the time Dave arrived home, the white goods store was closed.

So, much like many of the appliances in the house, in the boonies (and like some of the human content)

it is broken.

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Speaking of which,

the girl is sick.

No surprises there.

She has been up and down all week and missed preschool today.

It’s her ear, yes

and we have gotten  ourselves into a bad cycle of blisters.

We pushed her Prednisone up to full dose, to no avail,

the blisters just kept coming and they were becoming deep

 so we had to double it.

At the moment we are reducing again because we all know that Prednisone is not good for the little girl.

We have been lounge lizards for much of the week so far.

IVIG is on Monday, so we are hanging in there

just.

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I’m hoping she will be well enough to go into the high school tomorrow

because

Maddy is getting a Principal’s award!

I’m not quite sure what that is but it sounds impressive.