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Wombat and Hens

‘Wombat and Hens?’ you may well be curious. If you were up to date with Wombat Nuptials a couple of weeks ago, you will remember that last weekend was the ‘hens do’ for my daughter-in-law to be.

I was extremely excited to be heading away and to be catching up with our off-spring at the same time kicking back and having some fun. I arrived in Adelaide late Thursday afternoon, ready to be put to task with preparations for the ‘do’.

‘Flossy’ our daughter, was the event planner and arranger of all things. There was a hens day plan, (5 pages), which she had shared via Google Docs earlier in the week. One item caught my eye – ‘Mum to help make twerk pong game’. Of course I had no clue, which sent me straight to Google (and now you’re doing the same aren’t you?) There was a lot to learn!

There was also shopping to collect, hired items to pick up, glasses to polish and even a hashtag to follow (that’s right!)

The next morning, I met with the Bride to Be’s Auntie Sue who had very kindly provided her garden for the event. We were responsible for collecting hired items for the garden. We carefully pored over the hens day plan, and mapped out our journey to the pick-up address. Flossy had instructed that we’d need two cars to ‘get everything in’ so we headed off in convoy, not really sure of our haul.

The pick-up address was north of Adelaide – a good 45 minutes drive away in a suburb called Mawson Lakes. I turned into a new, soulless housing estate – I could see a supermarket trolley up-ended in the decorative lake. Just then, the sat-nav announced that I had reached my destination. I pulled over to the curb and noticed a woman turning out her garage – ‘she must be getting ready for a garage sale’ I thought, and then I realised that this was the address and all the items littering her driveway were indeed for us! I turned the engine off and stepped out of the car. Sue had pulled up behind me and we looked at each other and burst out laughing – I could tell that she was having the exact same thoughts!

The young woman was very warm and welcoming – her dog decided to give us a warm welcome too, covering my pants in slobber (lovely!) Having lowered the seats, we started to load the cars up – scatter cushions, rugs, dried flower arrangements, a peacock chair, stools and more cushions. By the time both cars were fully loaded, we had to apologise for our non-stop laughter – we were like school girls!

Fully loaded with stuff

Once we were sure we had everything, we said our goodbyes, apologising for our laughter, and headed back. The afternoon was spent collecting shopping orders, collecting Flossy from work and collecting other items for the party – and we were finally done and ready.

The day had arrived and it was glorious; we met at Sue’s house and all the guests arrived – including the MOTB who had secretly flown down from Darwin to surprise her daughter – it was teary!

Afte drinks and photos we packed into a mini-bus and with Kylie joyfully singing over the stereo, we headed to McLaren Vale for a long-lunch underneath a shady gum tree at Pizzateca – just perfect. The hens were well and truly fed and watered before we headed back in the mini-bus.

Later on and back in the garden, we played games and ate cake before the younger hens left in search of a dance floor. I know you’re all wanting details of twerk-pong but some things are best left to the imagination. Let’s leave it there shall we? We don’t want to spoil what was, afterall, a perfect day!

And so to the wedding – in just under three weeks – stay tuned!

By Waking the Wombat

Life - part two; Australia. Having spent the first 39 years of my life in England, with two adult children who don't need me so much, a workaholic husband and a head full of stuff waiting to be unleashed, Waking the Wombat is my place to share life's experiences with you.

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