Chez Sunshine will probably never be the same. We've implemented a series of challenges to keep this week even more interesting than usual.
The first challenge was to see how fast we could eat the frog cakes that made the journey north with me. Bonus points were awarded for those that managed to keep them down....BP lost. She couldn't finish her frogs head and passed it on to me . Apparently the fact that I have been in training for this event since birth disqualified me from 1st place on the winners podium, meaning Little Miss Sunshine won by default.
The second challenge we set was not eating the entire 1/2 kilo Haighs chocolate frog I brought up in one sitting . It's 48 hours since I arrived and we're all eyeing off the one square inch of chocolate we have left. Its all gone a little bit Lord of the Flies here. Nobody wants to be the one to finish it. I predict that level of politeness will last about another hour and then we'll all be wrestling one another to the ground, bitch slapping one another and hair pulling in an effort to determine a winner. I'm seeing a fight to the death for the last of the Haighs and I'm planning to win.
Yesterday we played "lets see who can survive on the least amount of sleep"(Marg won with a total of 4 hours into 60 minute snatches because she's a complete overachiever)which was closely followed by our third challenge of "who can go to bed earliest?". For anyone brought up in the Australia in the 60's, 70's or early 80's, we went to bed at about the same time as Fat Cat.
Last night we had the brilliant idea to set up a swear jar for today because we realized that we had only collectively used 12 words all day that we would be able to say comfortably in church, or in front of our grandmothers. It seemed like such a great idea at the time ...aided I'm sure by several alcoholic drinks that made it seem like the best idea ever. The rules were a dollar per swear. It's 15 hours in and so far we have collected enough for an overseas trip.