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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

I like the patterns here formed by the various roofs (I think 'rooves' sounds better) of Lindisfarne North Primary School. Here is a poem, for I have babies to wash and put to bed! Barbera Barbera had a (She looked as though someone had hit her in the face with a shovel) nice personality.

(My) Photo of the day, Or A view to a kill

Here is the view looking up towards Mount Wellington from the bottom of the overpass next to Lindisfarne North Primary School . This will be the school that I will be more than happy to send Henry and the next one (and the new baby, it will be coming online in early-August). Close by, nice size, friendly, no toffs in ties and blazers. Now, after the fallout from my commentary on the French Rail unions yesterday, I certainly won't be drawn on offering my opinion on the recent offerings of the Australian Education Union and their ever-increasing demands. The letters faxed in from the SNCF legal team were very interesting and made me think twice about public comment on this thorny issue. (To the SNCF lawyers: je mai reconsidérer mon avis indiqué si vous pouvez brancher sur moi la sauce que vous avez de chemin de fer en cours!) Thus, I have decided to hold my tongue and grab a famous quote from Albert Shanker, the former President of the American Federation of Teachers: "When sch...