That it is my conviction

Hididilee. Here we are again, getting out into the woods, and living la vie en rose.

Younger sibling has given up ballet, and fit kids to persue her interests in martial arts. Watch out world, tall well nourished is going to have hands which are lethal weapons.

First born in buckling under the celebrating of 100 years of Guiding, they were down the shopping precinct, came back painted and exhausted.

Pater is back to uni. Second year is now under way, and the light at the end of this tunnel is going on placement to a 'new' job in a couple of weeks.

The house has sprouted papers again....Ignorance as a factor in well being...sounds well overdue as a topic of discussion.

In his down hours pater is to be found welding in the garage, or practising bass.

Mother is similarly buckling under the burden of paid employment. Being offered prophalaxis for headaches seems somewhat ironic, need a new manager really.

Up sides of life are the installation of the wood burner in the shed, and joy of sock knitting.