Category: Diary

Steve from Hobson bay City Council understands. He too has a rooster problem and has decided to up the anti. No more Animal Control lackeys (who are just hired out Lost Dogs Home personal) – The Fallen Fowl will now have to contend with the Local Laws Office.

I hope this officer has a shiny badge and disarming manner. If not, a big sharp axe.

We await your call with much sleepless anticipation Steve; please don’t let us down.

Olsen twins Aussie-bound (September 16, 2002)

Quick weekend round up.

The bbq works – it cooks sausages, hamburgers and onions. You can’t really ask much more from a barbie than that. As a matter of fact it worked so well on Saturday we decided to give it another whirl on Sunday. Of course it was made all the better with Saturday and Sunday being the hottest start to Spring since records started – a nice and warm 24 and 28.

Unfortunately we were cheated out of most of Sunday by the return of our arch nemeses(es/ees for the Buffy fans) – The Rooster From Hell is back. To fully appreciate the Satanic proportions of this beast you must know it had been fairly quiet for the past week, indeed since the second complaint to the council there had not even been a cluck before three in the afternoon. After a late night Saturday, that involved creeping in to bed some time after midnight, the Crower From The Underworld let fly at 5.45 Sunday morning. Of course our sleep was totally gone then and we spent most of Sunday impersonating lobotomised zombies.

We are stuck in some what of a quandary as to what to do next. Training Thomas to become a rooster killing machine is one idea, although the thought of making mock roosters for the training program and cleaning up the feathery mess is uninviting. Investing in some form of explosive throwing armament to take out the rooster, his concubines and half their backyard is another. Going to knock on their door, thereby waking all twenty of their children, whenever he lets fly is gaining popularity. At the very least the council will be getting a call everyday it crows and a letter is in the mail today.

Had a wonderful night Saturday night when Rae, Rob, Marita and I went to see Deborah Conway. It was a greatest hits concert – fantastic music for two and a bit hours. Highlight of the night came before the concert though when a photographer from The Age snapped a photo for their ‘whats on about town’ section. Well it could have been a highlight (a) had I not been in the toilet at the time and missed being in the photo and (b) had they published the photo. Poor Rob, Marita and Rae were ditched in favour of Kath and Kim.

Well, another step in to old agedness today. We have a bbq (on loan thanks to Knackers) and I get to cook for people coming over. It’s only family so it won’t be men outside and women inside as Australian BBQ Rules (revision 3.1) demand but it’ll be close and will be a good dry run for The Great Grand Final Day BBQ in a couple of weeks.

I’m getting use to family life and finding that I like it.

Why would anyone want to take with them a hand full of pepper sachets from a hospital caf?? A big hand at that.

Maybe he has pepper addiction he can no longer pay for. Maybe he really really needs to sneeze. Maybe it’s some sort of pepper-bomb plot.

Hmmmm. He looked pretty happy with is pile of pepper either way.

My friend Trish had a baby girl last night – no other details as yet.

My my, there’s an awful lot of breeding going on. I’m feeling all left out.

While in Shepparton recently Rae and I went grocery shopping. All was going well, we had secured our pasta and the garlic bread and were heading for the freezer. We strolled by a trolley that had a toddler standing in it. As we passed he looked me straight in the eye and said ‘Daddy!’.

I smiled and walked away.

Quickly.

Here he is. Tom Anthony Janke – nine hours old.

I’m glowing with pride – the middle name is after me.