9 Years!

Well it was Declan's Birthday last Friday and he managed to spread his Birthday celebrations across the entire long weekend! Friday saw him receive his big birthday present from us of a Digital Camera. Friday evening we had the Wade side of the family plus visitors from Singapore for Fish & Chips (nothing but the best). Saturday we took Rory and went to Whiteman Park to look at the trains, trams, cars, tractors and alpacas. We got a little bit lost on the way there as it is pretty scary north of the river. Sunday he went to see Magic Circle Mime performed by the WASO with Mum. Monday morning he was up at 5:00am for the ANZAC dawn service and then breakfast in Fremantle. Quite exhausting! I am sure that I didn't have that much fun for my 9th Birthday...

616 days later...

Today was the first day of the inquest into aircraft accident that killed Harry. It is amazing that it has been that long. Sometimes it seems like yeaterday and sometimes it seems like an eternity ago. Maybe it is more like somethings rather than sometimes... I sat on the jetty at lunchtime talking to a old friend and thinking that this was what i was doing the day after the accident... I don't think that i will ever meet somebody like Harry again. He was a very unique man and sorely missed by a LOT of people...

Some sort of Beard

Here is a sight that you won't see very often. This is my father with a beard! He was in the RAF for a while and I think that they had fairly severe beard aversion therapy such that he has never been a big fan. Why he grew this I am not sure but rest assured that it didn't last long...

One Degree of Sparation...

My goodness Perth can be sooooo small sometimes... maybe it is just Fremantle as I don't go up to the Big Smoke very often. There was a movie called the Six Degrees of Separation that came out a while ago that made some vague use of the premise that between any two people on the planet could be linked by the assocciation of at worst six people. I think in Western Australia it would be about two and more likely one... As a case of point we had some people move into our street and we were invited to a BBQ at their house, in talking to one of their friends i find that they work for the ABC and know Sarah (not well but in passing), know Greg with whom I work and now Ben is great friends with their son and their are in the same class at school...

The problem (or advantage) that I have is that I am in such a daydream that I usually don't notice people anyway (maybe if they had flashing lights on them i might) so it could as well be eight degrees!

Steve, who died in the aircraft accident 18 months ago, turned out to have been in my year, at my High School for at least two years... I then worked with him for about three years... I was never aware of this till after he died... scary isn't it?