MORNING THEFT
Dear Alice,
Why is it that people say they ’slept like a baby’ when we all know babies actually wake up every two hours? Why is it that toasters include settings that burn toast to a blackened crisp, when no-one in the their right mind could possibly want to eat the result? If Jimmy cracks corn and no-one cares, why did some idiot write a stupid song about him? When a deaf person goes to court, is it still called a hearing?
Speaking of the judicial system, out of the blue this week I received a letter from the State Debt Recovery Office advising me that your recent train ticket misdemeanour has now been downgraded to a just a caution. Perhaps Tony Abbott did manage to have a quiet word with them afterall? Or maybe it was my eloquently penned argument that proved far too persuasive? No, I think it’s simply that common sense finally prevailed once a human actually looked at the case. The net result though is that the fine I paid two weeks ago, will now be refunded.
Other good news is that Sydney FC are the Minor Premiers of the A-League! Woo hoo! Or in English football speak, ‘they won the league’. They beat Melbourne 2-0 last weekend in front of a sell-out crowd in the rain at the Sydney Football Stadium. The finals series has now begun in earnest and on Thursday night we played Melbourne again, this time in Victoria… and lost 2-1. It is however a home and away affair and as such we now play them again next weekend back in Sydney. We also have that crucial ‘away goal’ which will count double if the scores are tied after both games. So, say we win the second-leg 1-0, (which would be 2-2 on aggregate), our away goal would count double and we’d go straight to the grand final in Sydney.
Glad to hear you enjoyed Ireland. I have never been there but would very much like to do so. I look forward to seeing your photos. It was an even more male dominated environment here this week as Teacher Mum was away on camp. We of course survived, however we did have a small incident involving a pack of ‘Munchables’. Mum had bought two of these overpriced juvenile snacks and silly ol’ Dad, for some strange reason, thought they were both for young Tristan. As I made up his lunchbox on the second day, I packed the second pack Munchables only for it to magically migrate to Elliott’s lunchbox overnight. After rescuing it in the morning, and listening to a bit of who-ha from both boys, they finally set off for school and peace returned. When Tristan went to eat the said Munchables at recess, it was again missing from his bag! Elliott knows nothing about it of course. All I know is that I did repack it and zipped up Tristan’s school bag which I then held on to until he left seconds later. Neither boy thinks it would have have been stolen at school which leaves only one scenario in Tristan’s eyes… Elliott is better at magic than we think! Much discussion and the swinging of handbags took place that evening until I eventually appeased your poor deprived little brother by rashly agreeing he can have a stupid Munchables every day next week. Oh the joys of bringing up children…
: Dad
