...ahh mr Bond we've been expecting you. Of course, I would have made a perfect Bond... handsome, debonair, errr muscular, a hit with the ladies. No? Maybe I would have made a good Bond Villain? Bond Girl? Anyway, as you will have guessed, we are getting excited about the latest instalment of the world's greatest movie franchise.. no, not High School Musical 3... James Bond in a Quarter of Swordfish (I think 'swordfish' must be some kind of old fashioned boiled sweets a bit like Yorkshire Mixture). The film actually arrives here next week and is rated M (for a mature audience - which means that George can go.. though it's a bit iffy over whether I qualify to go or not). We are taking one of George's school friends as well - he's of Scottish extraction so I expect he'll keep chipping in all through the film going 'see yah man Craig... ah, he's nay Connery' (did I say Scottish.. maybe he was Welsh - I can't do impressions). Don't know if I really want to go or not.. whilst I don't understand the film title, I'm guessing that I should be able to follow the plot line okay.. cars, scantily clad women, things exploding, planned world domination, scantily clad women, high speed chases, oh and scantily clad women... maybe I will go after all.
Talking of World domination.. Wendy went to the November meeting of the Connolly Residents Association. The main topics of conversation were dog poo, whether the local Supermarket should have a fish counter or not and how to spend the $10million dollars surplus - that was left in the budget at the completion of the Freeway Extension project. You will have already guessed which topic Wendy was most interested in.. yes, the need for the fish counter - you wouldn't believe how difficult it is to get a decent mullet around here (and were not talking Chris Waddles haircut). Wendy really enjoyed the evening and is looking forward to going to the next meeting - I'm betting that she'll be on at least one committee inside 12 months.
Talking of betting (how contrived is this blog getting?)... it was the 'big' horse race ('big' as in a very popular race - not as in a race for particularly large horses) here last Tuesday - The Melbourne Cup. It is billed as the race that 'stops a nation', which I figured was just media hype.. but not for the first time I was wrong. On my way to work I saw 'ladies' dressed up as if to go to the races.. dresses, hats, errr saddles, even though they were roughly 2500 miles and two time zones from the course. At work, we stopped to watch the race, Wendy's work stopped to watch the race, George's class stopped to watch the race, and while Hattie's class didn't watch the race.. they did have a sweep on it. Now, that is a proper curriculum... today we will be learning about the sport of kings.
Talking of sport, I hope you have noticed that since my arrival in the country the Australian cricket team has gone from a position of 'invincibility' to one of very definite... errr.. vincibilty. I'm not claiming that I'm solely responsible for the decline but it can't be a total coincidence that I start supporting them and their form dips quite markedly. It may only be a temporary blip though because George is making a concerted effort to make the Test team. He got an award for his performance in his first match, the award was a certificate and a voucher for a very healthy meal - cheeseburger, fries and a coke (I wonder why 48% of Australians are overweight? Talking of which I have put on over a stone since I got here... it's got to be middle age spread or the change of climate.. I can't see that it would be the lager, or pies). George continued his good bowling form this week, taking a wicket in his first over again - he clean bowled the opening batsman with the 3rd ball. The former Australian Test cricketer Brad Hogg is going to Connolly School tomorrow.. probably to pick up some bowling tips from George.
Talking of school, Hattie got another merit award last week.. this time it was for her consien.. consciensiou.. contscien... her attentive 'home reading'. At the moment she is mainly reading Roald Dahl and the complete works of the toys 'r' us christmas catalogue.
Talking of christmas... I've got to go now to send my christmas list to Santa (I'm sending it to the south pole because it's closer), I'm mainly asking for socks this year.
What do you reckon my chances are of getting any?
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