Category: Diary

Well, Phee’s tooth – the tooth that has been wobbly and creating hell on earth for the past three weeks – finally fell out today. The strange thing is the tooth fairy came during the day. Yep, tooth fell out at midday and the dollar coin turned up not soon after.

I’m fairly sure there is an international law that says the tooth fairy is strictly nocturnal but what the heck, it’s some other tooth fairy’s dollar so who is to complain?

The pressure is on now. I’ve found out that someone other than my parents and Rae has seen my site. Nigel Graber from The Audi Olympics has stumbled across my page and has, gulp, bookmarked me.

The reason I am filled with fear is Nigel is an editor. I guess it’s like cooking when you know a chef may be popping in for dinner. I’ll keep my fingers crossed I don’t burn anything.

From the radio news “…a man who is holding his wife hostage after shooting a policeman earlier in the day is sitting on the couch wathcing television. He appears to be quite rational.”

Okay – he’s shot a policeman already, he has his wife hostage, the seige has been going nine hours, he his surrounded by battalions of armed police and he’s sitting there watching television. Rational is not the word that would spring to my mind.

Every morning I get my coffee at work and every morning that George makes it he does the funniest thing.

He always asks me if I want a lid (and for the past four years I’ve always said yes). He then balances it on top of my takeaway latte and says ‘be careful of the lid’, turns away and wanders off. I push the lid down so it pops on nice and snug and wander off myself.

Maybe he missed the training day when they learned lid application.

Oh it must be tough to be 6. 1st of all you don’t get everything you want all the time, then your dad knocks your tooth loose when he gives you a hug then everyone laughs at you when your pants fall down as you stand up after breakfast.

It’d so much easier if, well, just, well, if….

At last, the archives are online – find the link to them on the menu to the left.

It’s official. My parents love my girlfriend more than me. Two emails to Rae this morning, none to me in a week. Sigh.

Well, what you lose on the swings, you gain on the roundabouts. I may have lost that site last week (see ‘Ouch’, June 19) but another client has just called me – BYS want another site just for their harbour.

Oh no, I showed Phoebe the Internet. Twenty minutes on barbie.com and she was hooked. Wasn’t very happy when I told her it was time to go. Gives us one more bargaining chip I suppose.

Everybody needs good neighbours. Yeah right.

We have one next door – Marion (I have a long history of antagonism with neighbours called Marion, maybe more of that one day). Marion is large, loud and very very annoying. She obviously has a problem with Thomas, thinking that it is he who is pooing near her front door. Having noticed me sitting at the desk, window wide open I have heard the following comments this morning.

“Dirty dirty poo” as she sweeps something.
“Yes ‘insert name of yappy little white dog’, that’s where the dirty cat does his poo.”

Neither comment was directed directly to me or Rae, just comments loud enough to ensure we hear.

People like that annoy me so much – if she has a problem then tell me, if not, shut up. Unfortunately for her there is a cat in the front so she has to be moderately circumspect when it comes to accusations.

When I become prime-minister I will outlaw busy body loud mouth neigbours with nothing better to do than stir the pot. She has been warned….