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Let The Sun Shine In.

Just back from my lunch time walk, picked up a copy of Billy Bragg’s ‘Talking To The Taxman About Poetry‘. Must be feeling all revolutionary. I was actually after his latest album – the Aus version has a bonus track, ‘Yarra Song‘. He played it live in concert and I loved it. Will go hunting at JB’s tomorrow evening I think.

Walk has also made me realise a reason I am unproductive at work – you can’t work without daylight. I’ve been holed up in this dungeon for a two years now, time to move up or out. Must be the Billy coming through.

Bleah

I have a cold. Just annoying enough to make me feel icky, yet not annoying enough to warrant an extended stay in bed. Must buy some more Lemsip.

Heart Breaker

Tonight Phee gives me a picture she drew of my house. Written at the top was ‘Tony My Dad’. There’s no words for how that makes me feel.

Looks like it’s going to be a long winter. The Tige’s were impressively underwhelming in their easy defeat. Weird thing was getting sunburnt. The sun was a scorcher and sitting in a t-shirt to watch a game five rounds in was a bit bizzare. Also the combination of beer and sun probably points towards an early evening.

Nice thing was I took the family to the footy for the first time. Rae and Phee came along, although think Rae may be a jinx. Off to her place now for her great spag bog.

The Wait

okay. Tiger’s t-shirt on. Tiger’s wind breaker on. Tigers scalf draped on door ready to grab. Tiger’s jacket hanging over scalf. Tiger’s membership badge on. Brand new walkman in pocket and train ticket in wallet.

45 minutes until Rae gets here – if I was going myself I’d head in now and sit in the G, read the paper and wait. Overcast skies – hope it’s an omen for the Hawks.

I was wrong.

11.15 and Veronica and Steve are no where to be seen. She must be house hunting. Why do the washing powder and fabric softener always run out at the same time?

Saturday Morning See Saw

In at work on a Saturday. Some kind person kindly pointed out that ‘hospital’ was spelt incorrectly on the front page of the web site. Doh! Fixed it in a jiffi and made an excuse so we didn’t look quite so bad.

So, down about the footy last night. The poor doggies are 0-5 for starting the season. Rae’s face was long as a wet weekend in Hobart as we walked back to the station. I think she said one word between the final siren and hopping into bed. They had everything to play for and still couldn’t pull it off. I’m getting geared for The Tiges this afternoon – taking on the Hawks at the G. Rae hasn’t sat in the Great Southern Stand before so this’ll be an experience. Phee says she is going to wear her Tiger tail and ears, the smart money says they’ll be left in the car at Armadale station.

Must head home and clean up my room, see if Veronica is up yet although as it’s not midday she and Steve are probably still fast asleep.

All I can say is ‘Go Tiges!’

Rae and I leave my place, cruising across the bridge to Spotswood when my mobile rings. It’s my best client with a concern that his web site is down. Turn around under the bridge, back home and the bloody thing is working. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Twenty here, twenty back, twenty at the computer – an hour gone for nothing. Lucky I charge him a lot.

Friday

Friday morning, skipped a day because yesterday was a public holiday. Have run home now to get a little work done before heading back to Rae’s and the footy tonight. Doggies v Melbourne. After last night’s news Rae is so relieved her beloved dogs will be around. Now if they can top it off for a win, that’d be grand.

ANZAC Day reminded me of staying overnight at Nana’s and wandering down to Wyndham St to watch the march. Seems a long time ago now. At least it rained here, made it seem like a real ANZAC Day.

Canucks

Damn, damn, damn. Back to Detroit.