A few aisles across, it was a case of coffee meets kaftan chic.  Camilla added a splash of colour and high fashion to the sides of these Grinders coffee tins.  The empty tins cost $5 each.  Would it be wrong to buy them to store my tea bags instead?

It was also a weekend of being brave and confronting fears of the unknown, the subterranean and the very, very dark.

For weeks now, bits of Toddler SSG’s toys have been going missing.  A bit of Duplo here, a Mr Potato Head ear there and a hand crafted London bus passenger somewhere in between.  I finally cottoned on to the fact that the gap under the front sliding door actually leads to a dead space under our house and that the gap was just wide enough for those particular toys to slide be pushed into by small fingers.

Armed with a MAG light, I took a few deep breaths and climbed through the trap door under the house.  It wasn’t that bad.  I was imagining mice, Jason’s hockey mask and bad curtains from the 70s running riot under there but it just gravel and old milk crates.

I ended up finding the toy pieces we were missing plus a few extras from the children of the previous owners.  There’s a whole history of childhood memories under our house.  I wonder how many times other parents had done the trip ‘down under’ in search of bits of Fisher Price and Duplo. I have a feeling I have a few more in my future.  I’ve just had a look at the Mr Potato Head set and it looks like we are now missing another two ears….