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One must be very naïve or dishonest to imagine that men choose their beliefs independently of their situation.


So I will end this crop of Sydney photos with some water. I quite like walking past this series of fountains and water features. It smells of chlorine, which makes me think of public pools, which makes me think of girls frolicking in swimwear, which I find relaxing.

I need that right now.

I've had poor old Henry hanging off me for two straight days, as he is feeling poorly. It really has to be seen to be believed. The lad is clearly struggling, but he does appear to be embracing his illness with some gusto. It's even generated a new nickname, Dame Judy Dench, as that's who his melodramatic approach to expressing his unease this weekend reminds me of.
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Dina said…
Aww, be well, sweet Henry. And hang in, dear parents of Henry.
30 November 2008 at 21:31
Anonymous said…
Ah that looks like my kind of place.

Hope the drama queen feels better soon!
30 November 2008 at 22:34
Layrayski said…
Aw poor baby. I hope he gets better soon! (I like the association you have for the chlorinated water) =)
1 December 2008 at 02:43
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he was better this morning, albeit up and running about at 5:30! Jen tells me that he's a bit of a misery now though, he's probably tired though.

Jackie, it is a bit of an oasis amid the chaos. Dame Henry needs one too.

Layrayski, it is not a bad association to have, I will admit!
1 December 2008 at 11:26
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