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Today is our fourth wedding anniversary. I am pureeing pumpkins and it’s nine thirty at night. It wasn’t supposed to be like this you know. SWMBO had a table booked at our favourite French restaurant where Wednesday is the one day of the week that they offer bouillabaisse. Which I am rather partial to.

Unfortunately the boys have a been a little under the weather this week. The baby has been cutting teeth the size of tombstones which has resulted in sleep deprivation for the last few nights and then this afternoon his big brother went from bad to worse and my lovely wife had to take him to casualty.

The good news is that the youngest member of the team is sleeping off his lack of sleep and my beloved has just called to tell me that there isn’t anything seriously wrong with JFGP and that she is bringing him home.

Happy anniversary honey.

Well the phone books I mentioned a couple of days ago have now gone. Shortest bit of cluttering ever in our house. I suspect SWMBO of reading this blog, despite her protestations of never going near the internet.

When we were living in the UK my in-laws ‘won’ a cheap photo shoot with one of those incredibly reasonably priced high street photography chains. They took the opportunity to get some shots of the whole rag tag bunch that makes up the family. My lovely wife went crazy with the cheque book and bought three prints. This was in 2004 mind.

Last year, she got them framed and put them away in my ‘office’ with claims that she was too busy to hang them up. Today I finally cracked and put them up on the walls. From go to woe it was a mere two years. The moral of the story being that if something needs to be shifted in our house you could die waiting for SWMBO. Don’t even get me started on the trunk that’s cluttering up my ‘office’ that she hasn’t even opened since 1998.

I’m now running a little experiment and have left the latest phone book on our front porch where the nice delivery person left it. Unless I move it I fully expect it to still be there in 2008. I’ll keep you informed.

People of the mother country (I’m looking in particular here at my brother and the 70’s throwback) rejoice. For Mythbusters is coming to a terrestrial TV channel near you in the next day or so. Watch it. You will thank me.

The eldest offspring, usually known as JFGP has started developing what can only be described as personality “quirks”. Here are a selection for your amusement, and for his derision when he finds this entry in about twenty years;

• Orange is his favourite colour. We are having children’s dinner time as I type this and number 1 son is wearing an orange t-shirt, drinking out of an orange juice cup and his meal consists of fish fingers, spaghetti numbers in tomato sauce and mashed sweet potato. The common theme running through these foods is, of course, that they are coloured orange.
• Why? He’s reached that age. You know, the one where the response to every statement you make is “Why?”. I figure this one may grow out of this inquisitive stage by his twenties. I’ll keep you posted.
• It was his third birthday last Saturday (of which more later), but according to JFGP he went from five years old to ten. His arithmetic may be suspect but at this rate he’ll be out earning money and repaying me for his toys by this time next year.

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart has finally made it’s way onto television here in Australia. Praise be, and let us rejoice.

This now justifies the extra twenty bucks a month I spend on Foxtel that I ponied up a year and a half ago expecting to see Mr Stewart and his cohorts, and it will save me a large amount of bandwidth as I won’t need to download the show over the interweb.

I’m now going to go and sit on the sofa until the first viewing, which if my sources are correct will be on the 3rd of July. I’m ready to make the sacrifice though, oh yes indeed.

Update: even better, the nice people at Channel Seven are going to start showing My Name is Earl next week. Here’s hoping they don’t muck about with the timeslot or yank it off the air after a couple of episodes. If they do I’ll start to get really cranky.

Today was almost a perfect day. It started with a crushing victory in the first round of the Wakehurst Men’s Doubles championship (followed by a close loss in the second semi final).

On returning home I managed to spend half an hour snoozing on the sofa whilst listening to some quality sounds on my stereo and then a couple of hours cooking a slap up Sunday roast for the family. Which wasn’t really appreciated by anyone under three years old, but what can you do? In my case I’ll just carry on cooking until they blooming well like it.