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The first half of our lives are ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.


The complexity and range of Henry and Ezra's science experiments are increasing ten-fold. Here, you can see Henry taking a container of water highly enriched in the hydrogen isotope deuterium over to Ezra (out of shot), who has somehow managed to get his hands on some unenriched uranium (don't ask) and has a little scheme to reduce our electricity bills...
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Roddy said…
Let us hope their experiments don't go awry otherwise not only will they reduce your electricity bills but also most of Tasmania.
The twenty second today,(I know Roddy can count). Henry's big day tomorrow.
You know the drill. Lots and lots of kisses and cuddles from Pa.
I hope that Nan has managed to spoil the big boy. Sorry that I can't make it.
We are in Mackay today. Sailing tomorrow pm for Brisbane.
Again. Lots of hugs and kisses for the birthday boy.
Don't forget Ezra though.
22 October 2011 at 19:25
Sue said…
When Henry has done reducing your electricity bills...can you send him over to do mine? Thanks!
Also...ditto what Roddy said. Kisses and hugs for Henry for his big day tomorrow (can't believe he is FIVE already!!!)Also a cuddle (or two...maybe three) for Ezra too. Oh and while I am here...some for you and Jen while you're at it!!! Love to you all.
22 October 2011 at 23:43
Roddy said…
Ease up Sue, you will spoil them!
23 October 2011 at 21:52
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