Family Daze

Dear Kat and Kell

Oops! With the arrival of this instant summer I thought it appropriate to relieve myself of winter’s crop of hair. I went to town with clippers and number seven comb attachment leaving all this worthless wool on the bathroom floor bar those pesky long hairs at the crown that always refuse to be cut til post wash when they stand stiff obediently awaiting execution. Without my glasses or memory I snatched up the clippers and not noticing that I had replaced the number seven with the number one proceeded to carve a four centimetre square, close to bald, patch behind my left ear. Now I’m pondering my options which as I see it include: Shaving all to this length, Shaving parts into a fashionable pattern of wheat and bean fields (probably too difficult for self administration and not very interesting in white on pink), Adding colour / colours (I’m not keen at all on this option), or bearing up with looking like the product of intrusive surgery. It’s bad enough to take this look to work but worse I have to attend the funeral on Friday, of a recently departed friend, among peers who will all be scrutinising one another for signs of wear. Dam.

Yes instant summer, eleven degrees above average on Saturday, just open the packet and add water, plenty of that at family day celebrations sent us scattering for shelter and today well who knows, it’s cooking and I’m thinking of turning on the air cond. Instant summer’s easy, we scientists are working on instant water but we’re still puzzled about the secret ingredient. When we get it we’ll make a motza so have your investment capital ready.

Family day was pretty much an old farts event with the exception of Alice and Jack who will be old farts someday I hope. Betty was a welcome addition to the usual crew. She walked from Central owing to some techno bug in her non mobile phone and was a bit out of sorts till a couple of Pimms sorted her out. I’ll see if I can get a few more of the young’ns along to mine on October 19. Maybe I could turn it into an interactive game, have Kyle Sandilands or some other celebrity guest, Keno at the very least. Anyway if I fail I feel Dot and Strobe may have a trump card by the time of theirs on November 23.

Following you will find some snaps from the day and a special photo essay to help Mart understand Australia which I’m sure he thinks of as a land of savages with pet Kangaroos. Please be careful who you show this to though because if it gets out it is bound to ruin the careers of Paul (the croc) Hogan, Lara Bingle, Baz Lurman and everyone else down there at Tourism Australia.

Love and Kisses

Aunty


Rapt in Hugh’s risqué tale


Why dose there always seem to be many more bottles and glasses than people


Betty in good hands


Much later that night we were all a littlr blurry.


I'd love to put you and Kell up Mart but I'm a little pressed for space


This clever contraption when attached to the back of a ute aparently catches or repels bugs


Cultured


Says it all with such eloquence


Talk about the clever country. Scientists, mathematicians, philosophers and even metaphysicsts have struggled for eons and here the beauty of the problem solved. Square peg in round hole, no worries!


This is probably not the worlds bigest birthday card but it may be Glebes


Blackwattle Bay here in this cozy corner of Sydney Harbour surrounded by Annandale and Glebe is one of the oldest still operative whaling stations in the Southern Hemisphere


There certianly clever. People were leery of this freeway pedestrian overpass but with the addition of a little steel their fears were allayed.


Our government places education in a a very high priority. The homless are well catered for in this street library.


We Aussies feel secure because in times of danger like Papal visits our government enlist the support of our ever ready fire fighting forces


This is still a country of opportunity. Karl Williams (pictured) has in only a few years transformed himself from a well known Melbourne underworld figure (ie. murderer) to a top rating actor and now a candidate for alderman in Marrickville Council


I dont know if you have these in the UK but here the "pedophile child trap"* is openly marketed. Note the tennis ball bait. The webbing is sticky like a spiders and once the child gets in it cannot escape.
*Reg.TM