Do you want to steer? he he

My Dear lovlies

Well I finally feel confident handing over the controls to the next generation. Kelly’s engaged and marching up the corporate ladder setting a standard which I saw unfurling as soon as I read her title at Ernst and Young. Of course it must be inspiring to work for those boys who started so long ago as Easybeats with Friday on Their Mind. Go Kell and if you bump into Harry ask him if it would be OK if I sent him a couple of my compositions.

Alice is back from NY where she visited the ground zero stock exchange crash site on Wall Street. I haven’t caught up with her plans to pave over that yet. When last I saw her she was still too wobbly with jet lag to properly discuss her presentation for President Budd O’Bama. Bad luck to miss the G20 but she should make the G21st which, in the tradition of that coming of age event, will surely be an ripper. Those anarchists locked into their time warp muck up day revel are such a hoot don’t you think?

Back on the home front I think we could do far worse (indeed I think we have done far worse) than to place Gabby in charge of education and Adrian, infrastructure. Maybe we could persuade Alice to persuade Jack to persuade his Dad to place a few subliminal messages along these lines into Nathan’s speeches. Sure it’s illegal but don’t you think the end justifies the means? NSW Government certainly does.

If that’s not enough to hatch a egg of confidence under you, how about Catherine Smash Repair’s move on BBC 2 (or was that on to funky Algate, short term memory seems always shorter) None the less she seems destined like Robert Stigwood and Little Nell before her to continue the traditional Australian take over of the entertainment industry of the British Isles. In the unlikely event that she needs muscle I’m sure it will be forthcoming from her ever more educated siblings who would need do little more than lay a brow on a competitor to gain compliance.

Along with all this, Luke and Jamie’s lunge into home ownership and producing the next generation, makes all seems well in the world. Well enough for the Nomads to quit their rambling ways for a while and set to growing crops at their newly acquired Goulburn spread if they can just find some water. Congratulations Nomads! Well enough for Ross and Ann who whilst not yet free of the gruelling task of feeding and educating their brood have at least had the burden eased enough to concentrate on renovations. Well enough for the rest of us to get on with repairs to leaky ponds, our many and various medical conditions and how to spend, er how we’ve spent Kevin’s largesse.

My only concern is for Roberts’s health, not the physical that he insists on documenting in such lurid detail in these pages, but the mental that as anyone can see is characterised by a needy desire to be recognised and acknowledged. Not at all unlike a child constantly demanding attention and upon getting it repeating over and over the behaviour that produced that result. I’m no expert in this field but if any of you could put a name to it more academic than writer in the dark we may, together with the right drugs, be able to start the process of redemption, er cure.

On a more immediate front, I trekked yesterday along with Ross, Anne, Dot and Strobe, ten point five kilometres through the harsh harbour side bushland between Seaforth/Spit Bridge and Manly. Little has changed here since Captain Phillip landed the first fleet except of course for the sign posted path with helpful boardwalks over the slushy bits and of course the lack of spear toting blacks. Much like a walk through Stanmore and Marrickville with bush in place of houses and cars, lizards in place of dogs, and lots more ups and downs I was well prepared. Yes the views were much better but we had to go much father to get to the pub so I’m not planning to move there any time soon.

Well that’s all, some would say more than enough, for now dears. Those of you abroad stay on the lookout for anything you can claim in the name of your Queen just as you would have two to three hundred years ago, my how time flies or should that be blow. That reminds me of a product I noticed at Bunnings this weekend called ’20 second outdoor cleaner’. I’ll be holding out for the 20 third which should be better.

Love you all,
Aunty

Correction: My editor has brought to my attention that Ernst and Young are not synonymous with Vander and Young. Can’t be helped now the type is set and anyway why let fact get in the way of a good yarn.

Man eating cutie

Ross explains Newton’s theory of up and down to Strobe


Whose a pretty boy

Confident that Strobe will protect them

From this dinosaur

A common outlook

A rare shot