Another nostalgia-trigger is those gate latches that consist of a loop of steel bent into a half-circle that slots over the top corner of the gate. My kindergarten had one, and whenever I see one I'm four again, and I have to play with it.
Little voice: You are always four.
Me: No I'm not, shut up.
Tonight is freaky hair night. I'm ridiculously excited. There may be Katipo after.
Oh yeah - only a week to go! *skips* *dances*
[EDIT] More surreal builder moments: My colleague who is middle aged and moustached, dancing around the office like a ballerina doing his imitation of a 'bleeding heart tree-hugging literacy tutor who wants to make people literate to save the world'. I'm not sure what hugging trees has to do with literacy but anyway.. *grin*