Happy Birthday, Mummy
This time last week Alix and Dave M came to stay at our house so they could go to her brother's wedding but not have to stay with her family. In five days they got away with a family lunch, a family dinner and the wedding. Meanwhile various combinations of Alix, Dave M, Dave V, Fiona, Jimbo, Linda, Simon and I went to the pub, an Indian restaurant, Floriade, bookshops, game shops, played
Taboo, the Australian Pizza Kitchen restaurant, and saw
Tomb Raider 2: Lara Croft and the Cradle of Life (which is not a good movie, so we pretended we had seen
The Pirates of the Caribbean again).
No cricket or
Golden this week and I must weed the garden. But first:
Maybe we should just pluck a few asylum seekers off Nauru and put them on the boat to sew the sheep's mouths up and chuck them overboard. There is an election coming up, after all.