Im So Excited

My dear youngsters,

The reluctance of the ATM to even process my request let alone its tortuous slowness in dispensing the brand new $50 bills had me checking them for any imprint that would indicate Zimbabwe origin. No doubt it was just groggy from a recent gas attack and like any NSW public servant deserved not my ridicule but rather sympathy, counselling and stress leave . Could it be a symptom of the global financial meltdown that has seen bankers and miners flooding into Centrelink in recent weeks. For my part it all seems good. Bunnings still enjoys sales in excess of expectation and has moved on from its role as a presentable child of Westfarmers to a major breadwinner. Share prices at a current fifteen odd dollars are only a third of their value a few months ago but to an employee receiving his annual of one thousand dollars worth allocation this has proved a fifty five share windfall.

If last nights Christmas party is any indication I’m in for a good year. The funny money which seemed to clone in my pocket actually worked, at least till about eleven PM, when someone more sober than I wisely decided to rescind its mint. Alice attended as my guest and enjoyed the company of the ninety odd Bunnings revellers amongst whom I was pleased to find a good contingent of the recently arrived Nepalese. These affectionately known as the Sherpas (there are even two sherpini) arrived in mass only six weeks ago along with more Iraqis to join with the Kenyans and Zimbabweans who help to spice the previously bland Chinese, Indian, Maori, Anglo and token Aborigine Bunnings melting pot stew.

I accept your invitation to the Coogee ‘poo’ Bay for post xmas festivities Kell and with plenty of time for recovery, I don’t go back to work till Jan7, may even squeeze more dates into the calendar. Stephens family day seems obvious, could be arranged at the drop of a hat and you know I have one.

Speaking of gentlemen’s accessories I’ve been having great difficulty finding a set of braces. The demise of Gowings was a great tragedy for both me and my daughter’s father in law. Ever reliable David Jones have only a choice of black or black at a cost of $40 or $40 so I was chuffed to find “at Lowes” non racist black and white and patriotic green and gold versions, obvious when you consider the girth of those footy show hosts, and at only $20. Never mind all that, once the fashonista have seen my pencil stripe shorts and braces ensemble this summer they wont be able to get enough of them. If you have spare money to invest take a good look at braces stocks, they can only go up.

Now due to writers block I must bring this blog to an end.

Love you all,

Edith


Here Mart, if I may be allowed to call you so, is what we Sydney sider’s regard as the gateway to the city, at least to those from no father than Manly or Ermington.



Behind us is this giant fornicating snail which has so far resisted all attempts to crush it.



A little beyond your good queen Victoria, there her skirts, admires the attempts of this homeless person an he fakes his early morning tai chi



Further still along the road toward reality rather than myth.



We reach the essential heart, no body, um mass, of Australia which you already know from the movie of the same name.



I hasten to assure you that none of the above is in any manner representational of the iconic seaside village of Coogee.