There have been visitors all over town enjoying a couple of big events this week.
It was a thrill to be involved in the vibe of the thing, along with hundreds of other volunteers.
For three days in a row, I was tied up with gate-keeping at the Field Days from before sunrise.
As it's rare for me to be out of earshot for my three daughters on a school morning, my family made sure I felt missed immediately.
Within two hours of me hitting the ground running, I was contacted on my mobile with an emergency.
My unruffled but slightly embarrassed husband inquired if I knew where one of our teen's flesh-coloured bras were - she was frantically searching and he had called me as a last resort.
As I ran through the recent loads of washing in my mind and didn't see it there, I listed off all the places underwear might be located.
Bathroom dirty clothes basket, laundry chute, washing machine, dryer, clothesline, clothes horse, clean clothes in the laundry basket in the living room...
While my husband calmly explained that all these usual suspects had been searched exhaustively, and this particular article of clothing was required to wear under vintage items in a fashion parade that day, it was no good to our teenage daughter unless it was clean and dry.
I sensed three young ladies freaking out in the background and asked if the teen involved could take the phone, then advised her that she undertake a thorough search of all lingerie drawers in the house, as her sisters may have mistakenly sorted it into their piles or put it away in my room.
She assured me this search had already been completed.
I was at a loss and wondered again why teens cannot perceive the importance of planning and preparation to prevent panic; pack the night before for a big day.
While my husband calmly explained that all these usual suspects had been searched exhaustively, and this particular article of clothing was required to wear under vintage items in a fashion parade that day...
We talked options and decided on the next best thing to the elusive brassiere.
I felt absolutely powerless to help because... I was. Oh dear.
Less than half an hour later the school called to ask if another daughter could replace a sick swimmer at the inter-school sports.
How to get the togs, towel, goggles and student together?