situation vacant

I've just been informed by my errant scribe that he's buggering off to Pella next week for a couple of months, so I'm going to have to advertise for a temp to keep the blog going in his absence. Mum says she's too busy wiping bottoms.
It also came to my attention yesterday that the Italian in the version of Nonna's song which Dad sings isn't quite spot on - he's be warbling something about hitting lemons (Batty lemoni), whereas it's actually 'Batte gli mani' or clap your hands. Anyway, just a couple of gripes - you can't get the staff these days.
Xmas was quite good - got some tasty wrapping paper, and my friend Gerry the Giraffe has moved in. He enjoys a good wrestle, and puts up more resistance than the Aussie top-order batsmen, so he keeps me amused. Have a great New Year - I'm aiming to see it in with a milky bevvy around midnight myself.