Life between coffees.
If the earlier and earlier nights aren’t enough to prove we are old before our time then dinner tonight proves it once and for all. It’s not what we ate, it’s the time we ate it.
5.15pm.
If that doesn’t make us grandparents straight away then I don’t know what does.
PS – Can anyone point us to a guide on building a house in Victoria? Then again I’ve been hearing about this thing called Google and I might give that a try.
It’s sad enough when you dress twins alike, but when the kids are dressed like the parents that’s just a whole new level of daggy.
(And yes, I know I was wearing the same top on Friday night, but it’s new and I love it.)
Friday’s are always a long day for Bert, tonight he fell asleep on my lap.
I know marriages aren’t all plain sailing, that you have to work hard at them if you want them to succeed and that people change over time but I honestly never expected to face such a challenge to my vows this early in our life together.
It’s hard to write about but, and please don’t judge her for this, but this morning I found Rae making an instant coffee. Sure there were tears, explanations, excuses as you would expect and promises it would never happen again but I feel like I don’t know my wife any more. Riva instant. From a jar.
I know, I know. I did ask you not to judge.
I don’t know how long she has been hiding this little secret from me and I also know that I should be approaching her with compassion and love but I’m finding it very hard.
Instant. Of all the things.
I guess I’m going to have to put this behind, move on, but if I find out the bacon in our Sunday morning breakfast is fake then it just may be the end of the line.
Season 2007 finished yesterday with another almost win for my (once) mighty Tigers. Another wooden spoon to the collection and only a few rays of light for the years ahead. It’s tough being a Tiger supporter but I’ll be back next year, faithful fool that I am.
I only hope that by the time Bert and Kennedy really understand footy that their team will be a force to be reckoned with once more.
I can hope. Really, I can.
A sentence I would never have said before having kids.
“Albert, you have no pants on and there’s a tiger between your legs.”
I have my business mobile with Optus and I got a call from them tonight about transferring my internet to my business account. I thought I’d see what they could offer so I said sure, tell me what you can do. I gave my address and phone number and waited a minute or two only to be told that unfortunately “due to the wiring in my house [oh, come on….] Optus can’t offer internet access to that address”.
That’s a bit odd as our phone and internet access has been with Optus ever since we moved in 18 months ago. I pointed this out to the friendly phone guy who said “I don’t how that can be because the computer says no.”.
Seeing as how everyone else in the world is Simpsonizing themselves I did it too.
Bert wandered up and looked the final result.
“What’s that Bert?”
“Simpsons!”
“Who is it Bert?”
“Dada!”
This morning we were faced with a quandary. It was 6.10am, there was no news on the telly and all the computers in the house were off but we wanted to know who had won the footy last night. What to do? Fire up a PC and wait a minute or so, or take a trip back in time and have the info in a matter of seconds.
We too the back to the future route, flicked on Channel 7 and hit the Teletext button. 10 seconds later we saw the Magpies held on by 11 points and an old technology temporarily trumped a new.
I’ve loved Teletext for years, since the very early 90s when I was living in a house that had it, a rare luxury back in uni days. It’s been all but trumped by the net in the intervening years and I can’t believe that Channel 7 have kept it going. Every now and then I’ll flick it on just to make sure I haven’t missed its demise.
Saw the oddest thing this morning.
6.40am, the sky just beginning to lighten as I drove Zita in to the city. Coming off the West Gate we both suddenly notice one solitary firecracker burst in to a green exploding star.
I’d love to know who set it off and more interestingly, why.