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...including the obligatory squeeze on the Talpona bridge. coordinates

both boys got the chop this week, mostly on account of the recurring pangs parental guilt we felt at seeing their sweaty little necks. was it an improvement? you decide. Before: After: ....from a confidence perspective, both seem to have come over all movie star as a result...

so, as already alleged by 'the wife', the motorcycle itch was getting to be pretty difficult to ignore. whether it was the fact that a five minute ride over the hill to pick Egg up from school would be enough to ensure torrential sweat levels, or because i am already a puncture too far where the bicycle is concerned (and the bottom bracket is now showing serious signs of mortality), or perhaps it's because the endless Enfield flybys from other locals tourists were starting to get to me (it's a pretty distinctive sound), and certainly, the fact that we owned one back in 1994, and proceeded to ride it around the country for seven of the best months, racking up 9k miles in the process, that also played a part in the decision to finally cave in and get one..... (especially as they threw in a free midget). also, you might have noticed...it only has one seat.. something which didn't impress the missus overly..... ...kicking off an odyssey that required a trip here and then here, for a spot of welding on.... an old double seat that wanted another go at glory, under the fleshly press of our twin arses.... a spot of angle grinding (because you really can't have too much angle grinding).... and now i'm just waiting on a few other 'essential' parts (sissy bar, foot pegs, air and fuel filters, and some chromy bits) for it to be complete. will post another installlment of the finished article. if you can't be arsed, look away now....

one of Egg's little friends at school elected to turn six this week, and her parents thought it would be a nice idea to rent a boat and take all of the kids for a ride. in that boating and swimming are slightly more hazardous activities than your average schoolroom fare, a few more 'responsible' types were needed to make sure nothing untoward happened. i think all options were exhausted before i got the phone call, however, i' m pleased to report that, despite backflips from the boat, prolonged stretches underwater, and a lunch made up of some local chicken, i emerged unscathed from the experience. i'm pretty sure the kids did as well.... can you spot the birthday girl? Egg has a go at Captaining the craft India and her dad Tim on birthday #6 Honeymoon Beach, all to ourselves Charlie 'Schmallie' \

so, a few distractions and technical hitches have meant it's been 12 days (yes 12 whole, criminally negligent days - and a big thanks to uncle chancy for making that point crystal clear in what can only be termed as the email equivalent of a bitch slap) since the last post. for the above, you can substitute a single word that will surprise few of you, seeing as it stands as more than just an excuse, but also as a way of life. that word? FAFF. been sucked in one end and blown out the other. a graphical account of that (spiritual) state is what follows: 3up for orange lollies a living, breathing, walking shrine to everyone's favourite decade it's official: Dumps can work my vans better than i can ....to say nothing of cardboard boxes! ...and cycling shoes! local birthday assemblage two new friends.... yes Dumps, we can see you without the binoculars.. Charlie and Satya: the self-proclaimed 'Schmallies' coconut throwing from our roof seemed like a good diversionary tactic....at the time. would you trust this man with your fish?