Joy Division Oven Gloves

Hello... its me again. It's funny but now I know that I have no audience at all (they all got bored with the same inane drivel and having to wait 3 months between servings) I have suddenly re-discovered the inclination to blog. Actually, there is one woman in Bury St Edmunds who is still reading these missives, she is under the impression that this is the BBC news website and as a result believes every word I write to be the truth (oh the mis-guided fool).
This time however, I am being true to my word and will tell you about Melbourne. As you will already know Melbourne was invented in 1921 by Dame Nellie Melba who decreed that all of the buildings should be made out of peaches and ice cream. Unfortunately, all of these buildings were eaten and none of them remain today - believe me we looked for them everywhere. It has actually got quite a lot of old buildings (hundred years plus) that mingle with the modern skyscrapers in an aesthetically pleasing way. It's quite a bustling, cosmopolitan city and is more like a large British city than sleepy Perth is. But, being further south (and closer to the Antarctic) it gets a bit chiller than Perth - it was only about 13 degrees when we were there but mercifully it stayed dry. We were able to get out and about on foot and by tram, in fact we covered most of the city and also went down to the seaside - the suburb of St Kilda. All in all it was a great trip and it was an excellent place to visit but the milder climate over here in the West definitely makes Perth the place to live.
As I mentioned in a previous narrative Hattie (having seen the film Coco Avant Chanel) declared her wish to become a designer and maker of clothes. Well, she has set about her self-imposed task with some gusto, she has already rustled up a jacket (complete with sleeves, buttons, hems, collars, etc.) out of some lacy, net material. It is really quite good, except - unlike my Santa outfit, there isn't much room in there for growth. Not sure whether she will be moving on to other fashion projects or not, because this week she muted the idea that her aim now is to be a professional ballerina. Maybe she can combine the two professions.
George was suitably nervous before his exam on Monday - he was a bit disappointed that there were no sock or video tape related questions at all. He's not sure how he got on and won't find out until Christmas (the real one - not the pretend one). We've told him that there is no pressure, but if he hasn't passed Christmas will be cancelled.
Anyway, he now has the power to redeem himself since he learnt how to make me a bacon sandwich (oh and a cup of tea for good measure). He has already learnt the most important part of cooking - I noticed that he had all the lean, middle bacon on his sandwich and I got the scraggy bits that barely covered the bread. It can only be a matter of weeks now before he's making me Donner kebabs and muttering those immortal words... salad, chili sauce?
Right, I'm off to bed now (too much information? the wrong mental picture?). I'm really tired, I keep being woken up really early by the sun streaming through a jacket-shaped hole in the net curtains.