Better Late Than Never

Hey Gang;

Tired is about the only excuse for not writing sooner...ohh and we've got a new car ...which makes funny noises (it starts whistling over 60km/h), which has been diverting my attention.

On Friday night i caught up with a friend from the Fin Review for a few beers in Redfern. Alcohol intake was going pear shaped until I arrested it with a big bowl of Vietnamese pho. Bid my farewells and grabbed a cab home.

Up early on Saturday morning for a fundraising sausage sizzle at Ashfield Bunnings. After years of falling prey to the sweet smell of a bunning's bbq, it was my turn behind the grill. Despite the poor location we managed to sell over 500 sausages. Still, we did have some left over and after donating most to a homeless shelter, what better way to get rid of extras than by inviting friends around for a bbq dinner - so we did. Kids everywhere. Bodhi's room looked like a ransacked crime scene. No toy had been left unturned.

Sunday was a mate's buck's lunch. Nice company but terrible catering. Dunno what made me feel more ill - the food, or handing over money for it.

see ya,
Minas.