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If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us.

Ezra's legs. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. November 2012. Sunday Stealing: Have You’s and What If’s! 1. Have you anything to confess today? Not really. Perhaps I could admit to doing the vast bulk of my Christmas shopping online. 2. Have you ever broken a law? If so, what was it? Well, I expect that most people do more than they care to admit, be it in relation to road rules, use of varied substances, copyright infringement, unregulated gambling, taxation or some form of sexual practices. I'm surprisingly law-abiding myself. 3. Have you ever committed an act of betrayal against a friend or family member? Betrayal . That’s a bit dramatic. I don’t think so. I always try to conduct myself openly and honestly, so if they’ve ever felt ‘betrayed’ that would more be about them than I. 4. Has someone else done something that, to this day, makes you cringe when you think about them committing the act? This happens all the time. I find a lot of the time I’m scratching my hea...

There is not a soul who does not have to beg alms of another, either a smile, a handshake, or a fond eye.

Breaking all the rules. April, 2010. If you don't mind me saying it, I have magnificent legs. Ask anybody, they'll tell you.

Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice, neither, in my opinion, is safe.

Self portrait in a car park, August 2009. As the only lady in the house packed to the gunwales of testosterone, poor Jen suffers intolerably . Even dear, sweet, lovely little Ezra™ has embraced with great vigour the masculine world of balls, drums, wild animals, mixed martial arts and random shouting. That said, Henry has his oven and has established a keen interest in the kitchen, even if his spiel is more Gordon Ramsey than Julia Child. He’s also shown an eagerness to learn the fine art of knitting (i.e. stabbing me with the needles and lynching his little people with the wool). He enjoys the supermarket (“What’s that daddy?” “What’s that daddy?” “What’s that daddy?” “What’s that daddy?” “What’s that daddy?” “What’s that?” “ What’s that? ” “ WHAT’S THAT? ”) We have Colin – the baby dolly introduced to Henry when we learned that Ez was on his way. Henry enjoys bathing Colin, wrapping Colin, changing Colin, dressing Colin, putting Colin to bed, feeding Colin, throwing Colin at me. Th...

Bad taste is simply saying the truth before it should be said.

Here is little Henrylicious at seven weeks old. As you can see, the lad has never been short of a feed. That said, he's been lucky and inherited his father's hunky legs, and can be still seen today causing men and women to swoon every time he pulls on the shorts.