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We made it through the twenty four hours with very, very little sleep on the paraffin budgie and are now safely in the mother country. Or England to those of you who are just a little too Aussie.

I have managed to acquire a functioning mobile telephone but the laptop isn’t talking to the internet yet. Manana, I promise.

A new record for me. I’ve managed to take some photos and then publish them on this web site within twenty four hours. Have a look at some pictures from our farewell to Sydney dinner.

We are now officially homeless. We’ve also spent a week in the south island of New Zealand, which is why this page has been a little quiet of late.

We are now back in Sydney for our four day hiatus before heading for the mother country. Bobo is currently working on our itinerary so the Where are we? page will be updated really soon – probably.

The rings have been purchased and are in our possession. I’d show you a picture, but apparently its bad form to see them before the ceremony, or something.

So you will all have to wait until the 16th of August to see the results of Jason’s work.

Now, back to packing.

Found, on Rock.com a picture of the three amigos. From the left, we have Mr Rath, Mr Bilton and Mr Gladstone. Boys, I’m saving this photo and will be bringing it out the next time any of you starts talking about credibility. For the irony free, that last sentence was meant to be just a little bit tongue in cheek.

Now, you all know I’m not one to criticise, but Geezer, you really need to read up on web design. Can I point you in the direction of Mark Pilgrim, Dorothea Salo and Jeffrey Zeldman. Read, and discover the joys of CSS, XHTML and the W3C. Oh, and lose the frames son, they are so1997.

This is the best blog post I’ve read in many a long while. Sorry Jonathon and StavrostheWonderChicken, you were close, but no cigar.

Its been non stop today. I am officially the king of the chores.

So far, I’ve got the car serviced, undertaken the great fridge swap 2002 ™, been to the dentist (no fillings required, a miracle) and been for a swim. Blimey, time for a sit down methinks.

Meanwhile, Bobo has returned home from work and is doing her best to reduce the size of the sofa cushions.

For those who are interested, the fridge swap story is fairly simple. When we moved into this house, unlike every other rental property in Sydney, it came with a fridge. Because we already had a fridge we had a dilemma. Luckily, Warren came to our rescue and took the house fridge off our hands, leaving Bobo and I to enjoy the delights provided by Fisher and Paykel – the official supplier of white goods to this household, by fiat of SWMBO. Unfortunately Wozza upped and left and the fridge duplication reared its ugly head again. Even more fortunately for us, Mark and Sophie stepped into the breach and offered to take on custody.

So, we come to today. We are giving up the house and leaving the country. When the real estate agent inspects the house they are expecting to see the house fridge. Hence, the great fridge swap.

Mark hired a ute from Kennards in Artarmon and drove to Manly. With the help of Mr Reeve’s trolley we loaded the fridge onto the back of the ute and drove to Crows Nest. Naturally we adopted the pose of the working man in a working man’s vehicle, elbows were placed on window sills, shades were donned, dodgy a.m. radio stations were turned up loud and rude gestures were made to anyone who dared to drive past us or in any way "diss" us. At the other end we unloaded the fridge from the ute, manhandled it into Mark and Sophies flat and I then reminded Mark that he should unplug and empty their fridge before we moved it. I have to admit we were a little more cavalier in our return journey, its almost as if we had dropped our trousers just enough to expose that two centimetres of bum crack that qualified us as professional removal men. Suffice it to say the swap is complete and my lager is sufficiently cooled for me to pop open a cold one. Chin, chin.

The motor is on the market. Check out the online ad here. Oh, if you are reading this after the 21st of June, 2002 that link will take you to a page that doesn’t show much. I wish I could duplicate the ad but the terms and conditions of drive.com.au don’t allow me to do so.

Now just join me in daily wishes that someone actually reads the ad and calls me up to buy the car.

Found, one gadget that I must buy.

Sorry dear, I know I promised to be well behaved and reduce my expenditure on toys of a technical nature but rules are just made to be broken, aren’t they.

The Archos Jukebox Player is just too good to resist. I saw the Terapin Mine and decided that my life wouldn’t be complete without one. Then I saw the price and decided it was time to suffer. Today, almost by accident I came across the Archos web site and discovered for less than half the price of a Terapin Mine I could get a portable MP3 player with 20Gb of space that could also act as a portable hard drive for my army of computers. The only thing the Terapin Mine has that it doesn’t is a fast ethernet connection, enabling it to be shared amongst lots of computers on a network. Luckily I don’t need that and the order for the Jukebox is going in tonight. Yee-ha.

As you have probably guessed by now, I’m a sucker for quizzes. I’ve even been known to spread the pages of Cosmo (occassionally, mind) to find out if I should really be wearing green leggings this season. Well, now I can share the joy around. Take the Andy Todd compatibility test and find out how similar we are.

I got this one from AccordionGuy, and just for completeness he and I are 72% similar and 71% complimentary. I’m still trying to figure out if that means I should have his babies or not.