Well, it's only me, actually, but a headline with either God, the devil or a bloke in Tunbridge Wells who used to have a game show on TV but has been caught with a bloke from down The Farmer's Arms usually gets people hooked, so here I am once again.
Yes, I know I have been a bit fits-and-starts lately but that's life at the moment. Firstly I've had loads of work on, which is always good, well, if you have time to do it of course. Media training, writing articles for magazines and newspapers, writing my thriller and looking after Five and Two, the former being on holiday for two weeks (which is like sending me off to war, let me tell you).
We've done a few things despite the 17 days of solid rain (no it doesn't always shine with God's own sun in this neck of the outback) including going to the zoo ("I want to touch the la-la bear," said Two when he saw the koalas), off to the Australian Museum to see the new dinosaur exhibition, entertaining desperate women (I mean those who also have kids and nothing to do in the rain) and watching kids' TV programs. Last night Five watched the final episode of Robin Hood in which Guy of Gisborne (or Guy Gisborne as he insists on calling him, Five's not yet familiar with landed titles) stabs Maid Marian to death with a sword after she told him she only loved Robin Hood. Five said, "why did she say that?" I said, "Because she only loved Robin Hood." "Yes, I know," said Five, "but if she'd said, 'I love Robin Hood but I love you too, Guy Gisborne' he wouldn't have killed her." Good boy. A quick search of our family history back to 1066 confirms that none of the blokes on the paternal side of the family has ever gone to war - they always had something better to do like looking after the pigs or heading diplomatic talks, which some may consider very similar - so it seems he will follow in our footsteps.
Okay, enough for now; I will endeavour to post everyday and keep you informed on developments.