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Yes, I know it’s geekish but I love getting a new manila folder and setting it up for the tax year ahead. Dates go on the tab and a check list of all the things I’ll need for next year’s return is written on the front. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve done this now but it’s a ritual that has become one of my favourite moments of the year. I think it has something to do with my love of numbers, making lists and collating.

I should have listened to my mother, I would have made a great accountant.

Things have been busy here. Since their birthday the twins have been quite industrious and have opened their own businesses.

For Mr Henry it’s always safety first at his work bench.

Please don’t tell Brimbank Council but Moo has opened an exclusive cafe in her bedroom.

I’m wondering if I should move to America for an hour or so. I’m reading Last Call by Daiel Okrent, a fantastic read about the prohibition era in the US. My only problem is that it’s a book, a real paper one, and I’m struggling. I’ve blogged before about how I love my Kindle and now I’m beginning to realise it really has changed how I read.

I swear if I had the book on my Kindle I would have finished it by now, as it is I’m less than a quarter of the way through. The Kindle version isn’t available to Australian residents but I’m reliably informed that if I change my address online I’ll be able to purchase it as an e-book. So, what do you think? On this 4th of July should I move to the US for a few minutes so I can get the book finished?

Ah, the joy of being dad to Lego loving kids. Henry received this set from Nana Lois for his birthday so we got to sit and make it this morning. Unlike other other airlines this one has CASA, and Henry, approval.

Four years ago today our beautiful twins were born.

Mr Henry and Miss Kennedy, happy birthday.

You just know those days, the ones that start off bad and continue on down? Yep, welcome to today. However there may be hope.

After a morning of yelling, screaming, generally feral children it was time to drop Bert off to school. Everybody in the car, turn the key. Turn the key. Turn the key. Nothing. Bloody flat battery on the last morning of school for the term. Right, just enough time if we hustle to walk to school so off we go. Five meters in and Mr Henry lands flat on his face. Sorry Mr, no time for sympathy today Mr. Around the corner and we’re powering along when a car pulls up.

“Excuse me, do you want me to drop Albert off to school?”

Yes, Valarie’s mum to the rescue! Valarie is in Bert’s class. I’m now very grateful that  Bert is a lot more social than his dad ever was. I’m taking this as a sign that a day that was heading downhill pretty quickly has turned around. Thanks Valarie’s mum.

Look what I got in the mail today – my very own knitted TARDIS Kindle cover.

Mum, you rock!