Anthony Malloy

Okay, the first really cold night so the heater is on for the first time this year. My question is this – is it too early to put the flannelette sheets on the bed?

Wow.

Through a chain of events I ended up talking with a very close family friend of one of my sporting idols today, a man who once worked with my mum and dad. I said how I had always wanted to meet this man and get him to sign a book I have.

“Well, give him a call,” said the close family friend “he’s listed in the phone book.”

And, lo and behold, this legend is there in the White Pages. So I did call him and next week I’ll be meeting him after all these years.

What an amazing day.

This afternoon while Bert had a nap in our bed I made the kids pikelets for afternoon tea.

I’m fast becoming a domestic god.

Today Daniel sent me a link to a Dr Who pinball machine on Ebay. Of course I want it but for some reason he rejected my offer to go halves (with two hours to go it’s at $1,780).

It did remind me of my one true pinball love though. I found it at Silverball Mania in Shepparton, way back in the early 80s, and I spent a good deal of my allowance on it – the Meteor pinball machine. It remains the one pinball machine I became quite good at and if I could find one to play tomorrow I’d be there in a heartbeat. If they’d sell me it for a lot less than $1,780 I’d be in heaven.

No, seriously – it’s on fire.

She buys me Jabba The Hutt.

Getting to see a performance like this every day is just one of the reasons I am so happy at the moment.

We received a call this morning – all the paperwork is in order and the files will be handed over to the construction manager today, we should have a start date confirmed shortly.

Rae was in a hurry this morning and couldn’t find her iPod so, being the kind and loving husband that I am, I offered her mine but she declined.

I have 8972 songs on my iPod and apparently she doesn’t like any of them.

We all went for a walk today to drop some books back to the library. It was me, the twins in the pram and Albert on his little ride seat that clips on to the side of the pram. In the short few block stroll to the library from home I got :

• “Aren’t you a good husband looking after the children.”
• “Oh no, double trouble.”
• “Oh twins, how adorable.”
• “Aren’t they all just divine.”

All unsolicited from people I passed. Surely the sight of a dad looking after his kids isn’t that strange a thing anymore.