Head-hunting spiders

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I was accosted this evening upon entering the bathroom, by a rather sprightly huntsman which felt it necessary to jump on my head as I opened the door. Happily for me though, it jumped off again virtually straight away, such that I had enough time to realise something was in my hair, but not enough… Read more

Thar she sails!

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This morning, pop, Chris & I took the catamaran down to the beach. I suggested Mt. Martha beach, but we ended up stopping at Mills beach since it was, well, closer. There weren’t many people there – a handful of women with their young kids, and a few random construction guys passing in and out… Read more

Just beachy

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Sunday I really didn’t want to work – it’s Saturday in California at that time anyway, so there’s no one needing anything done immediately. I sat outside for a while with dad, reading the paper and whatever else, while I waited for Sket and/or Bobo to reply with my suggestion of going to the beach.… Read more

Paintball

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Last Saturday I went to paintball in Wallan – Adrenalin Games – with Rob and his friends [other Rob], Pete and Tim. Other Rob came last time up to Moama, as well. I’d been working all week, long hours, and finally stopped at 2am Saturday morning. I didn’t get much sleep, so I was pretty… Read more

Here Skippy Skippy Skippy, good boy..

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Tonight dad cooked a kangaroo roast. I’ve never had kangaroo before, that I know of… I was a little hesitant to try it, given the alternative was chicken skewers – always a favourite :) – but I figured what the hey. I actually quite liked it – which actually says a bit coming from me,… Read more

Marzi’s dinner

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Yesterday was work as usual, until the evening when I went up to Marzi’s for dinner. I can’t recall now how I met Marzi… possibly at J.D.’s… I can’t recall any earlier time. Anyway, I knew she came a fair way to get to Frankston, but didn’t quite appreciate it until I drove to her… Read more