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You can never do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Here you can see a damp Henry with a dry Jennifer reading Sleepy Time Olie , featuring the famous robot "Rolie Polie Olie". Now, I quite like Sleepy Time Olie , as it affords a great wind down into bed time through the course of what is admittedly a gripping text (I won't spoil it for you). The thing is though, in order for the text to properly scan, I have to affect a slight Maine accent. How I have managed to pick up the accent of an east Bangor primary school teacher, I am not sure. I think that it must have something to do with a Stephen King book or two...

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

Here is the little bloke holding firm in his stronghold despite all Henry could throw at him. We have spent the last week wargaming, roll playing the battle of Kursk - although Henry utilised a rather unique variation of Alexander's legendary feint at Gaugamela. Ez is no Darius though, and stood his ground repelling well. It ended in a stalemate and everybody celebrated with soy ice cream (not as bad as it sounds). On another note, I was stuck reading Dr Suess this evening again ( One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish ). I would just like to restate how ordinary Suess is. Mediocre - at best - art work; non-existent plot; no character arc; hell, the dude is reaching for a rhyme and feels free to make up words, yet the bugger still can't be bothered to ensure that it scans! Has he even heard of metre? No, Dr Suess is rubbish! From here on in, we'll be sticking to Henry Miller before bed.

Jove, thou regent of the skies.

It's morning here in Tasmania, but as you can see, I step out the front door and here is the moon. Henry pointed it out to me. Well, actually he first thought that it was a ball of some description, but he soon realised his error. Once we had that sorted, he wanted to know what the moon was doing out in the morning. You see, he's been indoctrinated by thousands, nay, millions of children's books that assure him that the moon only comes out at night, and then buggers off during the day. Because I never smoked cigarettes , I lack the requisite scientific skills to fully understand, let alone explain, the whole notion of crescents, quarters, gibbons blah blah blah I do know that it involves the reflection of sunlight, the phases of the moon, and that in a nutshell, parts of the Earth can see the reflected sunlight off the moon while that portion also faces the sun. Hence Henry and I can see the moon during the day. Or maybe it’s got something to do with magical elves. I ca...