Scooter Stack!

Well I feel like a bit of a goof.

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Had a great brekkie with the boys this morning.

We just had our floors polished upstairs. Massive feat moving furniture out and then back. Had great help from our neighbours and friends (Larry, Chris). We moved in downstairs with Jenn's mum for a couple of days to escape the dust and smells. Lots of in your face family time. Now the floors are done and we're about to move back in.

 And I decided a little celebration was in order.

So I took the family out out to the local Abode Cafe. It is always great to go there.

I love the coffee, the atmosphere, the service.
Jenn and the boys love it too. See Jimmy here loving his fried egg n avo on toast.

I had the mixed mushrooms.



Best of all, us boys can scoot there!
(I don't have a pic from our scootering this morning so here's one from yesterday's Southbank adventure for illustrative purposes. )

But on the way back, I must have been busy minding the boys. Before I knew it, BAM!

I was on the ground.

I stacked it going over the side of the footpath. Of course I manned up, got up and kept scootering, while blood dripped off my hands. 

Now I've got to move furniture with cut hands. So a couple of bandages to keep out the dust and donned rubber gloves to do clean the drawers and windows.

I remember falling down was much less of a big deal. 

Ditto bleeding.

Am I getting old?

Or just getting soft?