My Week

Let’s see then Kell! Family day was a great success, not unusual really, Jamie’s pregnancy rivalled Catt’s impending departure and had there been a prize I guess it would have gone to Jamie but in our non-combative family the only prize was a second helping of sweet available to all. How we’ll ever make a sitcom of it, in my mind sort of Brady cross Osmonds, without competition, or scandal at the very least, something along the lines of the Deaveses “Hi I’m your father and your grandfather” twist, well I don’t know.

Personally, aided by train travel with Alice, Jack and Hugh, express from central, very quick and the return trip even quicker by my fleeting memories, I needed Monday as a recovery day but that was not to be. Monday and Tuesday had been pre-determined as entertain Shara days. Yes one of my ex’s I may need another divorce. Monday was spent eating drinking and touring in Manly and re meeting Una and Fred the ex in-laws. That was enough for this lad but Mr hospitality stumped up for another afternoon of drinks and art at the Quay on Tuesday.

Now old fart that I am, I usually require at least one free day of recovery time just to survive my four day thirty eight hour work week so when I arrived back at work on Wednesday I wasn’t much looking forward to “The Hands” album launch on Thursday night at “The Basement” to which I had for some time committed. Just imagine my delight then, upon discovering that Friday was Anzac Day when my masters would be forced to contain their greed till 1.00 PM by which time I would surely recover.

As it turned out this was a win-win situation for me. Not only was I able to enjoy a big night out but I had a decent hangover to occupy the time until 1.00 PM which as I recall from last year was seriously boring waste time. If that wasn’t enough then my still blurred, though not painful perception, was an excellent condition in which to cope with the tsunami of customers who were waiting out front in remembrance of those who fought and died in the great wars so that they could shop.

So there you have my week, and here it is Sunday again and a beautiful sunny day of rest it has been in preparation for this evenings entertainments at the Unity Hall in Balmain with Robert Susz and the “Rinky Dinks” So there come on by and bring Martin some time.

I have addressed you personally here in this blog as I have concluded that you and your mum and dad are the only folk who now read this epistle and as they are in town and party to most of it your all that’s left so happy reading and feel free to send corrections or complaints.