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Tonight, on WIN News...

For the benefit of those poor souls unfortunate enough to NOT live in Tasmania (and thus cannot access WIN Nightly News), my kind and sensitive brother has uploaded Henry’s appearance to YouTube for general global mockery.

Now, up to this point I have not really explained WHY the little bloke was appearing. Well, the reason for his appearance is due to an incredible effort of my mother’s (as seen in Women’s Day). So for your enjoyment, here is the clip:

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Maria Verivaki said…
your mother looks gorgeous now - i really mean it. she's wearing fashionable clothes, and looks like a mature mum rahter than a grandmum
3 June 2008 at 14:31
freefalling said…
Go Frances, go!
Not even two and look what Henry has inspired already!
3 June 2008 at 18:08
Benjamin Madison said…
Bravo for your mother and for little Henry too for being such an inspiration.
4 June 2008 at 00:03
Dina said…
May I borrow Henry?
4 June 2008 at 07:01
Kris McCracken said…
She does look very good, and feels a lot better about herself (which is most important). They've flown her up to Sydney yesterday to do a natiuonal TV broadcast this morning! So she's quite the star.

Dina, I am thinking of renting Henry out. It's about time that he started earning his keep!
4 June 2008 at 08:18
The D in D & T said…
Your mother is amazing! What a fantastic achievement, and again, how cute is Henry! :)
4 June 2008 at 08:29
Helen said…
Your Mum simply oozes confidence and that makes my heart glad. Yay for your Mum (and Henry).
5 June 2008 at 16:22
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