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"You cannot endow even the best machine with initiative; the jolliest steam-roller will not plant flowers."


Nothing says "Hobart" more than a crane-lifting bridge made in Leicester. This one is no longer used any more, but for some reason they've left it there. I assume that they did so, because they were British, and thus scared to muck in and put in a hard day's work (c.f. all out for 51 against the West Indies the other day). On behalf of all Australians, I'd like to thank the English cricket team for giving us all something to laugh about in troubled times. It's sacrifice like this that keeps the bond between us and the Mother Country so strong!


It is a public holiday here in Tasmania (Regatta Day), and I have just finished 'playing' with Henry. The result? A fat lip, black eye, bleeding ear, swollen eyebrow, and bruised jaw. I'm thinking of getting an Apprehended Violence Order against him.

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Petrea Burchard said…
Whew. I'm glad it was you and not him.
smudgeon said…
Public holiday for you Hobart lot, maybe. We've got to wait until November for ours...

On the strength of that performance in the West Indies, looks like the Ashes will be evenly matched.
Lynette said…
Gee, that thing's huge. Sounds like you had such a grand time rough-housing with Henry!

I do hope that somehow the fires and the floods subside in Australia.
Kris McCracken said…
Petrea, he beats me every time. I'm not sure two year olds can feel remorse! He's like the terminator...
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I say 3-1 to Australia.

I think two public holidays in three weeks is too many.
Kris McCracken said…
Lynette, I'm not sure is wrestling Henry is much safer than fighting fires.
Sue said…
Goodness, Kris...what will he be like when he is an 18 year old! You'd better start taking self defense classes!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I can handle myself, and I'm prepared to fight dirty. In the longer term, I'm attempting to shore up an alliance with Ez...
Megan said…
If that thing were here, it would have a lot more graffiti...
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, we had graffiti on our front wall at home this morning for the first time in three years.
Sue said…
Are you sure Henry and Ezra aren't sneaking out to graffiti your wall?
Vandalism can start early when children feel the need to express themselves. Perhaps harming you is just not enough for Henry! See if you can get Ez to dob H in??!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, if any kid of mine turned out to be a common vandal they would be in for it. I've never liked that sort of thing.

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