This will hurt me...

Another one from the huge reserve bank of unpublished kidlet shots. Here is Henry some months ago doing his best impression of Jane Birkin, circa '69. We are quite the fans of Ms Birkin's [ahem] work .

Here is Henry's hand creeping into the shot, trying to ensure that the little wallaby (still residing in the bigger wallaby's front pocket), gets some tucker. I for one am certainly glad that my babies are not glued to me 24/7. It's bad enough that they can both open doors now...

Here is a blast from the past: a less mobile, and rounder headed Ezra relaxing on the carpet! There is a touch of the Charlie Brown (with hair) about this one, at the moment though he more closely resembles a blonde Jim Morrison!

Here is but one of the entries to the Battery Point Park Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion . It is here that I recline and read my post-Soviet black comedies in the (relative) peace and quiet of the lunch break. We're currently debating whether or not to attempt a second run to the Salmon Ponds this morning. Or perhaps we will stick to finding a beach and flying our kites. Decisions, decisions.

A swim is all I want. A little swim. I don't care about the muck. I just want to swim. Here you can see a budding Esther Williams contemplating his next move down by the fountain in Salamanca Square.

These seagulls were photographed down by Bellerive beach, right next to the local cricket ground. A man’s home is his CASTLE , they say. I am wondering if that holds for seagulls. It is pure speculation of course, but I believe that these seagulls’ CASTLE is the magnificent Bellerive Oval , home of the lacklustre insipid mighty Tasmanian Tigers cricket team! It’s Theme Thursday you see, and we are talking CASTLEs. Unfortunately, we have a severe shortage of CASTLEs, knights, princesses and all that rigmarole here in Tasmania, and even the illustrious Bellerive Oval - home of the 2006–07 Pura Cup Sheffield Shield winners [and now with added floodlights] - is about as impenetrable as Madonna’s knickers [zing!]. Thus, you get another photo of some seagulls, some nonsense about cricket and a lame really funny joke at Madonna's expense. I call that a win-win.

Generous to a fault, Ezra wants you to have some of his rice milk...

Pigs, glorious pigs! Here are some little piggies bedded down at ZooDoo. I'm not sure which one went to the market, but I am reasonably certain that the fellow that ate roast beef is the cause of mad cow disease...

Here is Henry doing his impression of Julian Roberts. I think that it's quite good.

This photograph was taken down in Sullivans Cove last Thursday. It was a nice day last Thursday. This morning, I sit in front of the computer screen drenched to the bone, as the rain has returned with some vengeance. As usual, I blame the Welsh. I had an interesting experience on my way to work on the bus this morning. There I was, reading a book by a Ukrainian who writes in Russian (I'm reading an English translation), when on the radio played the 70s hit Radar Love by Dutch rockers Golden Earring singing in what can only be described as the most authentic American growl this side of the East Prussian belter of the Canadian beat combo, Steppenwolf. Globalisation is a wonderful thing.

On a clear day here at Bellerive Beach, you can see forever .

L'Astrolabe has left for the time being, and I am missing her! It's even worse this Monday, as I have the office all to myself, so my weeping will not disturb others. It is indeed a cruel world!

There's nothing cranky Hanky loves more than a quick game of hide and seek. Here he is behind Kate Moss's favourite hidey hole!

Everywhere I look these days, I see another vinyard. Seriously, we've got more vinyards here in Tasmania than I've had hot dinners. Above you can see one that is part of the Coal River Valley Wine Route Sunday Top Five! Top Five Songs Guaranteed To Get My Two Sons Out Onto The Dance Floor! The Supremes: Where Did Our Love Go The Spencer Davis Group: Gimme Some Loving Outkast: Hey Ya The Tings Tings: That's Not My Name Public Enemy: Fight The Power