Hi Gang;
Just checking in to say hi. Absolutely nothing to see here. We're all good, no pregnancy to report, nor life threatening illness and still as happily married as a de facto couple under the eyes of the law can be. I have a roof over my head, a comfy couch on which I can fart as much as I like, a good woman who puts food on the table three times a day and a cleaning fairy who magically gets rid of dirty dishes and clothes without so much as a squeak. What's not to be happy about? And as The Lovely Samantha has equal access to the same said luxuries, I can only assume she's equally happy.
The Huskisson triathlon is just one month away and while training is going fine, day light saving means i now have to get up at the un-Godly hour of 4:30am (although officially recognised as 5:30am) to do my morning exercise. Yuk.
I bumped into Damien on my weekly run. He'd just finished as is looking fit as a fiddle. I pity the poor sparring partners who are going to have to go six rounds with him during his grading.
Just like Damo, work is neither here nor there for me. It's thankfully not stressful and I'm always learning, so i shouldn't complain, but i do still have a lingering feeling that all is not well on the project.
Anyway, it's a means to an end and the end de jeur is our new garage renovation. Out with the old, in with the new - a complete demolition to be replaced by a new shiny double storey garage/studio combo. Not sure what we'll do with it once complete, but everyone said it would be a shame to let the approved plans expire which was about to happen had we not started.
Unlike the backyard blitz of several years ago though, I've decided to leave this one to the professionals. Our friend, who shall be referred to as Builder John throughout the course of the construction, won the tender process and has been charged with making sure that I have absolutely nothing to do with the work. That will not remove the need for regular trips to Bunnings though (If for nothing else, to assess options and explore the wonderful world of potential).
One week left until New York - giddy up!
see ya,
Minas.
Just checking in to say hi. Absolutely nothing to see here. We're all good, no pregnancy to report, nor life threatening illness and still as happily married as a de facto couple under the eyes of the law can be. I have a roof over my head, a comfy couch on which I can fart as much as I like, a good woman who puts food on the table three times a day and a cleaning fairy who magically gets rid of dirty dishes and clothes without so much as a squeak. What's not to be happy about? And as The Lovely Samantha has equal access to the same said luxuries, I can only assume she's equally happy.
The Huskisson triathlon is just one month away and while training is going fine, day light saving means i now have to get up at the un-Godly hour of 4:30am (although officially recognised as 5:30am) to do my morning exercise. Yuk.
I bumped into Damien on my weekly run. He'd just finished as is looking fit as a fiddle. I pity the poor sparring partners who are going to have to go six rounds with him during his grading.
Just like Damo, work is neither here nor there for me. It's thankfully not stressful and I'm always learning, so i shouldn't complain, but i do still have a lingering feeling that all is not well on the project.
Anyway, it's a means to an end and the end de jeur is our new garage renovation. Out with the old, in with the new - a complete demolition to be replaced by a new shiny double storey garage/studio combo. Not sure what we'll do with it once complete, but everyone said it would be a shame to let the approved plans expire which was about to happen had we not started.
Unlike the backyard blitz of several years ago though, I've decided to leave this one to the professionals. Our friend, who shall be referred to as Builder John throughout the course of the construction, won the tender process and has been charged with making sure that I have absolutely nothing to do with the work. That will not remove the need for regular trips to Bunnings though (If for nothing else, to assess options and explore the wonderful world of potential).
One week left until New York - giddy up!
see ya,
Minas.
