Catch Up

Awl wite my woydies It's time we had a bwog.

Oh sorry about that Elmer Fudsian I'd forgotten my teeth. Mmm that's better.

It has been a long time between blogs but I guess that's just because nothing's happened.

No new births nor expectation of same.

No newlyweds have staged reprised weddings at highbrow venues.

No parents or relations staging surprise visits.

No - wha - speak up I can't hear you - sorry someone's holding up a complicated prompt card - I'll be back.

Oh I do apologise. It appears that quite a lot has happened. Perhaps I was missing.

Oh Wow! Apparently, and I better make this a priority, Alice is pregnant and almost in third trimester, that's like almost at third quarter of an Aussie footy match. And it's a boy according to the mobile phone video on face book. No that's wrong it was the ultra sound image, they can see the dangly bits between his legs. Doesn't work for everyone though, even in cinemascope I'm still in doubt.

Name games have started. He's already got one of his Christian names. Bob apparently or Robert on the certificate. No difficulty there. With an 're' ending it lends itself to hundreds of initial words but most of them four letter ones. There's a rumour that he may have three Christian names but for added confusion there's no definite placement for the Robert other than not first. Isn't it all just too exasperating. Kay Boland whose friends Darren and Stacey named their child Darcey has suggested Jackal which isn't bad.

That out of the way it appears that the year got started by John turning some unimaginable large and iconic age on January 27. It's easy to be first when your birthdays in January. Jamie knows that but it took her till February 10 to bring us an Emmeline. At least we think she has. I know a man who knows a woman who says she spoke to a girl who knew a lad who had seen a pink bonnet. It's not the same as taking a pinch of baby flesh is it. Ah well its early days yet. Perhaps we'll see her when we see Jamison for a third time when he's five or six.

Kelly got back home with Mart to his new home about the same time. This is certain because we were able to pinch both of their-um-fleshes? when we celebrated the Goulburn Blues festival with them on the weekend of February 12. Sorry Kell but the memory of yours and Marts return shall always live in the shadow of the triumphant return of Doc Neeson.

Looks like Mat takes the next two slots on February 27 and March 5 when he turned 21Not many have ever achieved this feat, A credit to his communications degree I suppose. I understand he will have another extra birthday every year now, a sort of progressive scale, so that in only seven more years he can reach retirement.

No I'm wrong but not about Mat's birthdays, I'm certain of them, no it's my timing. The next event was Gabby's arrival in London on February 19. No not in Bristol, Plymouth or somewhere as was rumoured. In London, the London, the one with the bridge that has been bought by all those silly Texans. She and Adrian have a very cute little house which you can see on Facebook.

Now speaking of cute little houses reminds me of the Ellis's new investment property in Darlington. What a charmer, a retirees dream where on the fifth of May I will celebrate like a Mexican, my first ever opportunity to write of 'my place', all thirty one square meters of it. At 16/145 Abercrombie Street Darlington, about a block short of Cleveland and right across the street from one of Sydney's most famous landmarks "The Block" at Redfern. Yes a most salubrious address. (type it into Google and witness in full colour courtesy of the internet miracle )

With the new suburbs of Green Square, Victoria Park and Eveleigh advancing tsunami like from the south, Central (vertical) Park growing on our Northern flank and Sydney Uni's tectonic plate grinding inevitably from the West Jack estimates that in twenty odd years his and Alice's five plus square meters of Darlington will be worth millions. You may have heard that last week the remnant of The Block was bulldozed. We don't let grass to grow under our feet though we'll nourish it on The Block.

Now it's Easter and family day in Goulburn where pleasure will be taken in the company of recently returned kin tinged with a sadness at the loss of those departed. Ah well we can always call and wake them up. I love that.

Aunty