How time flies when one is getting older...take young Jennifer for instance, she became a year older in a day yesterday. That's scary. Goes to sleep when she's 38, next thing she knows she's woken up and she's 39.
Don't know about you but I'm not going to bed again.
How's that work then? A case for some young scientsists me-thinks. If only we could find some.
Top: Jenny & I 26/9/10
Bottom: Jenny & I 27/9/10 - I haven't aged a bit.
Anyway, today is "the big day". Jenny off to Engerland via Melbourne. I guess a sort of acclimatisation in a geographically lost sort of way. It's a good thing as cool to see Olly (best o35 footballer in the world) and Clare. Not only that but a wonderful opportunity to carry even more luggage. Think over-night bag and a wardrobe for the following day for starters.
Seemingly it's roasting in Melby at a balmy 12C whilst probs a mild -25C in the UK, so she'll soon get the hang of it. Olly has the heating on..and there's talk of sloe gin as the new winter fuel in some parts of Brittania.
For me, my furry friend (not at all in the rudest sense) and the kids, the first day of the next two weeks. All gone well so far. Last time of looking, everyone alive and house still there. So, no-one should worry...yet.
Itinerary for the week presented over breakfast, heads bobbing in agreement, possibly due to the onset of Parkinson's or the early morning comas. The latter affliction credited to my exuberant boys. They were up, pumped and severely reprimanded at 5:00am. They're still going strong now 15 hours later - I'm ready for my kip, I can tell ye!
Meanwhile that slothful pussy is just lying out there on the deck, soaking rays. Didn't put the washing on or nothing. Clearly I will need to repeat the teachings of "Better Husbands Better Fathers" manual items 5.5 and 5.8 which linearly relates household tasks to free residency and sustenance.
Top: Katy's cat at rest
Bottom: A busy beaver momentarily chilling
The boys and I decided to adopt strange quiffs to mark the big day. Then we all trawled into my office for some hard graft and biscuits. Several drawings and team management meetings later and we transported our lovely to the airport, enjoying a most civilised last supper before take off.
The boys and I decided to adopt strange quiffs to mark the big day. Then we all trawled into my office for some hard graft and biscuits. Several drawings and team management meetings later and we transported our lovely to the airport, enjoying a most civilised last supper before take off.
Returning to my work, I stumble across a strange set of new recruits in the lab. They seem keen enough and very knowledgeable about why fume - hoods need powerful extraction fans to remove noxious gases, such as accidental bottom emissions.
I just wish Tom's longer term memory would allow him to remember simple facts such as my boss is called Damon, not Diamond. I also wish some aspects of his short term memory weren't so sharp.
"G'day Tom."
"Huh, Diamond?"
"Did you like the Chemistry Labs?"
"Huh?"
"The labs."
"Labsh?"
"Did you like them?"
"Yesh."
Silence and then deep thought.
"Daddy says you do big filthies in the fume cupboard, Diamond"
"Arrrr. Oh. G'day. Glad you enjoyed the labs."
As my career flashed before my eyes, and dreams of being a social worker tantalised, I laughed. Only this very morning I had some sound career advice, so it's all ok.
Struggling with a jar of strawberry jam, Katy asked me to open, in her usual polite and how-could-you-possibly-say-no manner.
With a single manly teeth crunching twist, I did it in a one-er. Well the boys were looking so I couldn't possibly look soft.
"You're so strong, daddy", declared my favourite daughter.
"Aww, thanks, sweetie."
"You should be a wrestler."
"Daddy, couldn't be a wrestler", stated William.
I said nothing and waited.
"Yeah. Daddy couldn't be a wreshler", agreed Tom. "He would die."
I thought twice about helping him spread his honey but intending to keep things sweet over the next two weeks I backed down and obliged.
After a bit of thought, Katy ambitiously came up with my career path and job title....
"You are a Breakfast Manager, daddy."
Hmmm, I thought to myself.
Quite like the sound of that, in a Paddington Bear comforting sort of way.
Breakfast Manager.
"G'day Tom."
"Huh, Diamond?"
"Did you like the Chemistry Labs?"
"Huh?"
"The labs."
"Labsh?"
"Did you like them?"
"Yesh."
Silence and then deep thought.
"Daddy says you do big filthies in the fume cupboard, Diamond"
"Arrrr. Oh. G'day. Glad you enjoyed the labs."
As my career flashed before my eyes, and dreams of being a social worker tantalised, I laughed. Only this very morning I had some sound career advice, so it's all ok.
Struggling with a jar of strawberry jam, Katy asked me to open, in her usual polite and how-could-you-possibly-say-no manner.
With a single manly teeth crunching twist, I did it in a one-er. Well the boys were looking so I couldn't possibly look soft.
"You're so strong, daddy", declared my favourite daughter.
"Aww, thanks, sweetie."
"You should be a wrestler."
"Daddy, couldn't be a wrestler", stated William.
I said nothing and waited.
"Yeah. Daddy couldn't be a wreshler", agreed Tom. "He would die."
I thought twice about helping him spread his honey but intending to keep things sweet over the next two weeks I backed down and obliged.
After a bit of thought, Katy ambitiously came up with my career path and job title....
"You are a Breakfast Manager, daddy."
Hmmm, I thought to myself.
Quite like the sound of that, in a Paddington Bear comforting sort of way.
Breakfast Manager.
On that note, tune in for the next thrilling installment...I can't guarantee when it will be...
- Will Diamond fire daddy for having insolent children?
- Will the kids be wearing the same clothes as today (I know I will be) or will the washing machine be activated?
- Will the slothful pussy do something?
- Will kids and dad make it into central Sydney and conduct themselves in an appropriate manner, befitting an institute of further education?
- More importantly, will Jenny notice daddy opened a fresh packet of spaghetti when one was already opened?
Hope a visit to the Dentist (accompanied by your groupies, of course) isn't in order after using your teeth to wrestle the lid off! They talk about 'Jam tomorrow' - sounds as if you've had yours already - jammy b***er.
ReplyDeleteYour two Bell-Inlaws have just been blackberrying in the Drove not far from our home - picked over 5lbs in a very short time - hoping to make apple (from our tree) and blackberry crumble for your missus (and her little brother) when they arrive. xoxoxoxox
Hey B-i-L, how's it going now that none of you have seen Jenny since last month? We are throwing some rain at her today to ensure she yearns appropriately for Oz...
ReplyDeleteHoping you still have a manly low voice,
Kim xxxx