Men are from Mars

Hiya;

Feeling slightly guilty about missing last week's update. But, save for the hour or so that Bodhi and I flew the kite in the park, (forty minutes of which was spent up a tree untangling it), there wasn't much doing.

This weekend started with drizzle and fog followed by fog and drizzle - perfect tax return weather. A small yet favourable return allowed for a lunchtime splurge at the Shark Fin House in Chinatown where they put the Yum into Cha.

Saturday was also the Australia Ballet School's open day and with Bodhi considering changing his middle name to Baryshnikov, we took him along for a look see. He now knows what he wants to be in life and I know what my my Saturday's will look like for the rest of mine.

On Sunday I took Bodhi around to Shalome & Scarlet's place for a catch up. Bodhi loves girl company and I now understand why. Shalome's girlfriend was there and sitting quietly in the corner listening intently to them talk about their problems was nothing short of fascinating, and surprisingly therapeutic. My problems just seemed to vanish in a cloud of relative insignificance. Men really are from Mars.

see ya,
Minas.