Wonders will never cease – I have a job interview. Don’t want to go into the details in case I jinx it, but please cross your fingers at about 11:00am Sydney time this Monday. Will let you all know how it goes on Monday evening.

The Lurgy …
Yep – definitely *that* time of year, but with the added spice of a global influenze pandemic causing much pause for thought with every winter sneeze and sniffle you get. The sprog is currently suffering a bit – needless to say we’re monitoring his condition. His mum treated him to fish and chips, a DVD and a bar of Dairy Milk tonight, which all went down well.

Bidding …
The missus has rediscovered eBay. We decided to sell the sprog’s cabin bed and she placed it on eBay. Then she started thinking about what else she could sell and she’s been going through all hers and my clothes, deciding what we’ll either never wear again because we live in Oz now or because we’ll just never fit into it again. The pile of never fit into it is depressingly larger than the wrong climate pile. Currently 17 people ‘watching’ the cabin bed and she’s already off-loaded the mobile phone she bought in error earlier in the year.

Changing rooms …
Liz’s attention has already turned to the visit by her parents this Xmas. To this end there’s been some big changes to the rooms in the house, which lead to the sale of the cabin bed I mentioned just now. The idea is that the outlaws sleep in Jack’s room because it has air-conditioning and if the bride-of-satan is well rested she’s marginally less likely to spend her time sucking all joy and happiness from those she comes into contact with, like the Dementor she is. So we decided to flog Jack’s bed (pretty much everyone hated it anyway, so it’s no biggie, was an absolute fucker to get the sheets on ) and move the double bed out of the spare bedroom into there. So he’s got a double bed, which he’ll have to give up for six weeks over Xmas. The spare room has now been turned into a kids playroom, complete with sofa-bed for any guests that stay with us. The sun room’s also had a makeover and now feels more like something that belongs in a family house and not in a mental hospital.

In a sudden surge of action I also decided to give the lawns their mid-winter haircuts. The back garden was looking pretty bloody depressing, various humongous fucking branches down from the palm tree, dog shit every 2feet (quite literally) and grass and weed knee height. Rather than spend an hour happily picking up Kali’s Microsoft Minesweeper of turds, I just put the mower on the second lowest slot and vacuumed them all up. Apart from the ocassional whiff of Parfum De Shite, it’s an effective way of clearing a lawn of shit-loads of shit. Indeed Kali was so impressed that just as I finished she wandered gaily into the middle of the lawn and crimped a fresh one off. Lovely.

Kali enjoys eating cat shit. Now that we’ve got two cats there’s plenty of poo for her to trough on too. As soon as one of Liz’s little bundles of delight does a bum waggle in their kittie litter, Kali saunters over and gets stuck in. If the cats would only return the favour and trough on the dog’s shit, we’d be laughing. Instead I’m either going to have to continue doing the petrol powered turd vacuuming or invest in several hundred dung beetles.