Bizeee

Just back from a night away in the Dandydingdongs. Mum and Dad didn't give me much warning we were leaving, so I forgot my camera and had to leave most of the boys behind in the cupboard, but Barry the Bear came along for the ride.
Not a bad spot, Olinda - tall trees, big leaves, the most enormous teddy bear I've ever seen, yummy ice-cream, etc. A bit generic... seen one ye olde mt town, seen the lot. The sand pit in the Pig and Whistle was ace, tho, even if the rusty diggers contravened OH&S... the interior decor in the pub was a bit plain so I added to the pattern on the carpet - nothing like a few peas and chips to break the monotony of pile.
Did a fotoshoot for my latest book last weekend ('First words for the wordless' - highly recommended, RRP $31.50, but I'll send you a signed copy for $30 if you email me; I'm afraid 'Milk was so yesterday' is now out of print but my agent is re-negotiating a deal). So here they are - Mum and Dad snuck into a couple, but I'll get Tobi to photoshop them out.

Somit's up

Strange goings on these past few days. Had a wee snooze in the car the other arvo and woke up in the middle of a pine forest. Now the thing has sprouted in the living room. It's got a good crop of sparkly balls on it, but Dad won't let me harvest them...

Then this fat red bloke appeared on the mantle piece. I've called him 'monkey', although Mum and Dad refer to him as Claws, so I humour them now and then. He doesn't seem to do much... just hangs around the fireplace looking up the chimney. I suspect he's planning on doing a runner with the balls.

This morning, Dad's study is even fuller than usual with bags and stuff. I've tried putting them back in their rightful place, strewn around the sitting room, but he gets agitated and returns them to the pile. Whatever next?

RBG a year on

Dad dragged us over to the Royal Botanic Gardens this avro... it wasn't as boring as I'd expected - more leaves than you could poke a stick at, although I had a fair go until Dad took the stick off me.

















We made a similar outing this time last year - I fear I've aged in the intervening 12 months.

off air

Must apologize for the lengthy radio silence... Dad's been hogging the compoota of late. He's been working strange hours too - up and out before me, crawling to bed after midnight. At least that gives me some space in the bed, and it's pretty easy to get him off to sleep. He's off down the coast next week for a few days (sounds like a beach holiday to me, but he claims hard labour is involved). I'll take Mum shopping so she can get me a few more toys while he's away.
I've got a few new teeth coming through - hassle I could do without, but hey, apparently they'll come in useful. I find that chewing on stuff helps - particular faves include bark, finger puppets, fridge magnets, the wooden spatula, etc. Basically anything I can get my hands on which I'm not allowed to put in my mouth. Drives Mum nuts which is hilarious.
I'm in training for the World Cup next year - I expect Pim won't include me in the 1st squad he announces, but we have an understanding I'll get the call-up shortly before the comp starts when the media's obsessed with something else. People will say I'm too young, should be at kinder instead of on the pitch, etc. You know what they're like. Defo want to put one over the French after Henry's attempt to play rugby against the Irish. That try should never have been allowed - it was a blatant knock-on.
Here's a pic from a while ago - Dad's hair is great for holding on to!