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Hello lovely third-ites. I have followed Jane's lead from Life on Planet Baby and decided to name you all en mass.
As I age, now past the no return point of 45, I notice things are a changing along with my saggy bits. There is no correlation between my saggy bits and the particular change I am going to share with you today, in fact the opposite could be said to be true, although my saggy bits are part of the whole equation if I think it thru to the proposed end.
Confused ... hang in there.
For the last month the kiddies and I have partaken (love that word) in trips to Bunnings on either the Saturday or Sunday (one weekend both) to be part of the kids DIY session. Gotta love these sessions - free, out of the rain/wind/sun, practical mostly with a take home item created and did I say free? Today the boys made worm farms, previously they have made photo frames, tool boxes, a flower press and a cut out ply flower in a pot .. how rad.
Mic drops us at the door and heads off to grocery shop for an hour or visits a bro for some bro-bonding. I register the boys, settle them in and then go grab a coffee and the newspaper from the Bunnings cafe. I then head back to the site of the activity, look disinterested and read my paper. Well that's what I'd like to do. But no.
Why no ... well all the other kids are bought by their dads. And in three out of four visits a dad has had to come and talk to me. Here I am, coffee, paper and no child or husband in earshot/sight and what does that say to you daddy in the chinos and the salt and pepper stubble ... well it must say 'let's go talk with her, she looks kinda easy/needy/non discriminatory'. Well thanks, not.
He must think I need to know a few things. So within five minutes of the conversation I know that ....
- you don't have a wife, only a partner (cringe - like there is a difference ... please, give me a gun now so I can be Dirty Harry (Harriette) on a bad day)
- you earn six figures (bully for you ...)
- you travel a lot for business (whoop dee do)
- there is friction in the home (like a fraction too much friction)
So I have decided that Bunnings has become the new pick up scene for mid 40s, wanna be affair flings for men who can't access the Internet privately at home. Or won't pay the rego fee for those kind of sites. I am thinking of getting a badge made, saying 'thanks, but no thanks - how dumb do you think I am - the grass is not greener' or words to that affect.
The first time it happened I was mildly flattered, as you may well be when a stranger shows a seemingly odd degree of interest in your 45 plus self. I put it down to my red lipstick and stopped wearing that to Bunnings. I told Mic and we both giggled together. The next time I thought how weird. Now today, time number three I am reconsidering my entire approach.
I might go market a concept to Bunnings. Speed dating at Bunnings ... a DIY class with a difference ... single mums and dads only need attend. So is Bunnings the new place to hook up, or do I just have that certain look and feel ... old but not too old, fair condition with some miles left to run ... Do tell ... have you felt the pick up vibe somewhere oddly suburban recently - do share ...
Many hugs for a happy week ahead dear ones, 

ps I still love Bunnings and I will still be there at kids thing as the boys love it, but I might powerwalk the aisles instead of sit ... after all if I am to be an object of desire I should maybe work on the merchandise a bit more - hee hee xox














