Whinge grump etc

I’m not sure how to feel about this weekend. Of course as usual I’m, Ecstatic not to have to go to work now that it’s Sunday, but I’m a little depressed after the wave of recent bloging to find aside from Stephens eloquent eulogy to mum that mine is the last entry. On the other hand I woke this morning after yesterday’s scorcher and wonderful nights sleep to a cool, lets sleep in, style of day with the added bonus of an extra hour that would have had mum in a good mood had she been able to wait. Pointless elections on Saturday were so uninspiring that when at mid day today I listened to the ABC news, the election wasn’t even mentioned, it was no longer news just business as usual. I wasn’t able to confirm the rumor that Peter Debenam, when he went to vote, was asked by the officer in front of the media scrum, “how do you spell it?”. I just finished watching Souths, dressed by Armani and under the Hollywood eye and drum beat of Russel Crow, make a meal of Parramatta and now there’s swimming with all competitors hailing from the recently independent Baltic state of Yacult or so it seems with the sound turned down.
Obviously this is a lot more interesting than anything else happening out there or I would be reading about it here, which leads me to conclude that Cathrine’s new job is a real bore and Alice and Gabby’s lives are as droll as mine to say nothing of those – yawn - swanning around, too pissed to care in Ireland or the continent or wherever. We shall just have to look forward to Luke’s release from basic training for any entertainment though if Jamie has waited for him, that may take some time also.
Has anyone yet alerted Michael Blewitt to the delights of O’keefes at Blogspot? I had by now expected to see a family tree or at the least an excuse as to why not. A subscription proposal would be better than nothing. What about John Byrne, doesn’t he have broadband? Do I have to do everything?
It must be true as many have recently exclaimed, that ours is an exceptional family. If it were not the case then how to explain the absence of any vigor or vitriol in the face of my often slanderous provocations, indeed the only other possible explanation is that no one reads my blogs and that is of course unimaginable. “Another long one, yes definitely Roberts, lets see, what’s next.”