Tonight, on WIN News...

For the benefit of those poor souls unfortunate enough to NOT live in Tasmania (and thus cannot access WIN Nightly News), my kind and sensitive brother has uploaded Henry’s appearance to YouTube for general global mockery.

Now, up to this point I have not really explained WHY the little bloke was appearing. Well, the reason for his appearance is due to an incredible effort of my mother’s (as seen in Women’s Day). So for your enjoyment, here is the clip:

Comments

Maria Verivaki said…

your mother looks gorgeous now - i really mean it. she's wearing fashionable clothes, and looks like a mature mum rahter than a grandmum

3 June 2008 at 14:31

freefalling said…

Go Frances, go!
Not even two and look what Henry has inspired already!

3 June 2008 at 18:08

Benjamin Madison said…

Bravo for your mother and for little Henry too for being such an inspiration.

4 June 2008 at 00:03

Dina said…

May I borrow Henry?

4 June 2008 at 07:01

Kris McCracken said…

She does look very good, and feels a lot better about herself (which is most important). They've flown her up to Sydney yesterday to do a natiuonal TV broadcast this morning! So she's quite the star.

Dina, I am thinking of renting Henry out. It's about time that he started earning his keep!

4 June 2008 at 08:18

The D in D & T said…

Your mother is amazing! What a fantastic achievement, and again, how cute is Henry! :)

4 June 2008 at 08:29

Helen said…

Your Mum simply oozes confidence and that makes my heart glad. Yay for your Mum (and Henry).

5 June 2008 at 16:22

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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