This will hurt me...

A beautiful Spring day at the beach. Seven Mile Beach, September 2010. Beaches are just as fine – if not better – for the photographically inclined punter in wild and woolly weather than the sun and fun. As long as you have your back to the pelting rain, you can get the odd impressive shot off now and again. Here I am looking north on Seven Mile Beach a few weeks back. The zoom has taken me maybe two-and-a-half miles, Bereft of anything better, here is today’s eco-friendly Meme! Do you recycle? Absolutely. One doesn’t need to chain oneself to an asthmatic lesbian Minke whale to do one’s bit. Do you do you laundry with hot or cold water? Cold. Nappies soaking in the nappy-bucket get hot though. What kind of light bulbs are in your house? Pass. They’re little ones. Do you compost? We have a very small compost bin. It fills up very quickly. What kind of vehicle do you drive? I don’t. Do you use plastic or reusable bags when grocery shopping? When we still went to the shops, we took re-us...

Here is one of those rare occasions where I rear my head in front of the camera and make an appearance. Ezra, Henry and I are battling against the elements on Sunday (Father’s Day) down at Seven Mile Beach while Jen tries to take a snap without getting rain on the lens. We nearly managed it.

Here is the photograph of Henry that I promised. I thought that I would give you Five Quick Henry Facts . He can now say "please" and "ta" ["thank you" is still some time away]. He likes donuts, although he calls them "donts". He knows what "doing a poo" is, but remains coy about telling people. He has ticklish thighs. He is a marvellous kisser.

I figure that today I got the most authentic Father's Day gift possible. Real life, of course, is not generally the stuff of toilet paper commercials or Hallmark cards; thus it is only appropriate that this Father's day has entailed being kept up for much of the night by an alternating yelling/snoring baby, who eventually wakes up the toddler at half past five in the morning. That means the great weight of lethargy on the shoulders (with concomitant short fuse), still screaming baby, and a grizzling, whiny toddler demanding to be picked up every five seconds. I did get a book, however, which was nice. I have a nice Henry photo lined up for later on.

The end of winter is always a sad time for those of us who follow poorly performing football teams. I am not a huge fan of Mr Jean-Paul Sartre, the man responsible for the above quote, but fans of the Essendon Football Club can only but agree. So, Henry and I bade farewell to the Bombers, and paid homage to another wasted season by visiting the Henry Fitzgerald McCracken Football and Cricket Arena over the road. Ezra did not accompany us, as he needed a lie down after all of the eating, sleeping and globetrotting he has been doing of late. Henry and I did manage to expand on out plans for the Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Grandstand and Indoor Aquatic Centre that we are lobbying our local member to help fund. Our vision is to eventually to put Geilston Bay into the position to host the Commonwealth Games , or, failing that, the Gay Games . It very much be the ticket to put our neck of the woods on the map! While meandering around the oval, I did manage to prod Henry in the direction...