Is this the magic moment?
Do we hear the gentle tip-tappy footsteps of a new addition to the family?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Dead Guy
I have a twisted sense of humour but I am not alone.
I religiously go back to this site as he is right on the mark.
His drawings are of US characters/politics but dang he's funny. He is Dead Guy and he is dead funny. Check out his "Bad" strip of Jackson and his lawyer and the New Pope Part One and any of the very many Bush ones. I guarantee chuckles at the very least.
I religiously go back to this site as he is right on the mark.
His drawings are of US characters/politics but dang he's funny. He is Dead Guy and he is dead funny. Check out his "Bad" strip of Jackson and his lawyer and the New Pope Part One and any of the very many Bush ones. I guarantee chuckles at the very least.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
TGI Friday.
Man, what a week. I very rarely get disturbed by work but, shit, what a week.
Work, to me, is a means to an end and I enjoy the people around me and everything else usually falls into place. This week was a bit tough though, so I am now going to finish a bottle of wine, and do nothing all weekend except enjoy my kids company, watch the rugby, spend some time with Mrs R and plan a little break to Ohakune. Ms R would like to see snow and build a snowman and little Miss R will just giggle at it all. I would like to explore the tracks and stuff so we are going to find a nice motel and take a few days to chill. End of July sounds about right so that is only about 20 working days or so. I shall begin crossing off days on my calendar on Monday.
Any recommendations gratefully received. Never been up there but hear it is magic.
Work, to me, is a means to an end and I enjoy the people around me and everything else usually falls into place. This week was a bit tough though, so I am now going to finish a bottle of wine, and do nothing all weekend except enjoy my kids company, watch the rugby, spend some time with Mrs R and plan a little break to Ohakune. Ms R would like to see snow and build a snowman and little Miss R will just giggle at it all. I would like to explore the tracks and stuff so we are going to find a nice motel and take a few days to chill. End of July sounds about right so that is only about 20 working days or so. I shall begin crossing off days on my calendar on Monday.
Any recommendations gratefully received. Never been up there but hear it is magic.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
How to cut a house in half...
My in-laws just spent a few days with us. It was the first time that they had seen our new house although we had described it to them in detail and they had seen external photos.
What they weren't prepared for was the breathtaking view from every room upstairs (the kitchen and family rooms). It is real hard to describe but the kitchen is 5 steps lower down creating a split level effect. You can sit in the family room and look out the enormous windows (around 4 meters, floor to ceiling) to the city and the airport, down the length of the runway, and out to the open sea. At the same time if you look to the kitchen you see over towards Eastbourne and the rest of the harbour.
We often see the InterIslander cruising in the Cook Straight on its way into Wellington. It then comes around Point Halswell and into the harbour and seems to dock in our garden. At night we can see the lights of the planes in a graceful arc coming in to the airport. Ms R thinks that the lights are Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and gets most excited. Little Miss R thinks every light is a star and gets very worried as they seem to disappear into the sea; lots of "on no, on no, plop".
When we bought this house, the previous owners very kindly left us the plans which we have just read. Oddly enough, there are two full sets, some dated 1964 and some dated 1971. In the early set, the house is one story and is a lovely cottage with a big open family room and kitchenette, native wooden floors and a little sewing room and study. The access to the house was up a long winding path down to Onslow Road and must have been 60 or so steps.
In late 1971, someone had the great idea of making the most of the view and chopping off the roof and raising the whole thing by a few meters. The shape of the land had dictated a split level with two bedrooms on the bottom level with the kitchen, and two at the top. When they designed the upstairs, this was continued to give the unique view and strange design. The sewing room was converted into a neat walk-in wardrobe and the study a cool bathroom. Some of the bedrooms were then moved about and the old family room and kitchenette turned into one great big playroom.
The plans below show the house from the rear and the red line is where the roof was chopped off and raised. There is now no roof space but the feeling of light and space upstairs is like a cathedral, although it means changing light bulbs is a bitch. Haven't figured out how I'm gonna deal with that problem. As you can see, it all worked pretty well and you would have no idea (we didn't) that this was ever anything but a two story house. The exterior gives nothing away and everything was done in keeping with the original little 60's cottage.
The downside is that there is a huge area to heat but that has been sorted with the aid of Daikin. Whoever had the idea of doing this was a genius and I thank them every day when I enjoy my breakfast as the first sailing heads out.
What they weren't prepared for was the breathtaking view from every room upstairs (the kitchen and family rooms). It is real hard to describe but the kitchen is 5 steps lower down creating a split level effect. You can sit in the family room and look out the enormous windows (around 4 meters, floor to ceiling) to the city and the airport, down the length of the runway, and out to the open sea. At the same time if you look to the kitchen you see over towards Eastbourne and the rest of the harbour.
We often see the InterIslander cruising in the Cook Straight on its way into Wellington. It then comes around Point Halswell and into the harbour and seems to dock in our garden. At night we can see the lights of the planes in a graceful arc coming in to the airport. Ms R thinks that the lights are Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and gets most excited. Little Miss R thinks every light is a star and gets very worried as they seem to disappear into the sea; lots of "on no, on no, plop".
When we bought this house, the previous owners very kindly left us the plans which we have just read. Oddly enough, there are two full sets, some dated 1964 and some dated 1971. In the early set, the house is one story and is a lovely cottage with a big open family room and kitchenette, native wooden floors and a little sewing room and study. The access to the house was up a long winding path down to Onslow Road and must have been 60 or so steps.
In late 1971, someone had the great idea of making the most of the view and chopping off the roof and raising the whole thing by a few meters. The shape of the land had dictated a split level with two bedrooms on the bottom level with the kitchen, and two at the top. When they designed the upstairs, this was continued to give the unique view and strange design. The sewing room was converted into a neat walk-in wardrobe and the study a cool bathroom. Some of the bedrooms were then moved about and the old family room and kitchenette turned into one great big playroom.
The plans below show the house from the rear and the red line is where the roof was chopped off and raised. There is now no roof space but the feeling of light and space upstairs is like a cathedral, although it means changing light bulbs is a bitch. Haven't figured out how I'm gonna deal with that problem. As you can see, it all worked pretty well and you would have no idea (we didn't) that this was ever anything but a two story house. The exterior gives nothing away and everything was done in keeping with the original little 60's cottage.
The downside is that there is a huge area to heat but that has been sorted with the aid of Daikin. Whoever had the idea of doing this was a genius and I thank them every day when I enjoy my breakfast as the first sailing heads out.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Hot Air...
I hate being cold.
I have thin blood and I'm used to central heating and double glazing. I have been carrying in piles of wood for the last three months and we have just about finished our second large delivery. We have a woodburner upstairs in the front room/dining room thingy, and a Jetmaster type affair in the play room which is supposed to heat the bedrooms. It doesn't really and we've had oil heaters in each bedroom to keep the temperature up. I can hear the electric meter spinning from 100yds away under the strain.
Well enough is enough. We now have two shiney new Heat Pumps and they are simply amazing. The whole house is cosy, not just the two rooms like before. I can even walk down the hallway naked. I used to have to run from one warm room to the other to avoid frostbite. Mrs R would bid me farewell and hope that I would make it to the bathroom and back before pneumonia set in. The cold would do strange things to my extremities and now I feel whole again. "See I told you it was the cold" is my new proud line.
They have a wizzy little remote and are whisper quiet. This is day three and even the cats are happy to navigate the hall now (their poor little paws on that wooden floor used to bring a tear to my eye, that would then freeze). We can see out our windows - they used to mist up at about 7pm and we'd get puddles of water overnight. Handy if you got thirsty and were too cold to make it to the bathroom....just wring out the cloth for a delightful mountain fresh taste.
They are supposed to be cheap to run as they work by magic or something. I think there is a little dragon called Bob inside but I didn't get past page 3 of the booklet so don't really know. Page two shows you how to set the temperature and that was all I needed.
I shall be checking the bill when it arrives and hope that this new found warmth is as cheap as promised. I need to change electricity companies anyway following advice from half-pie.
I have thin blood and I'm used to central heating and double glazing. I have been carrying in piles of wood for the last three months and we have just about finished our second large delivery. We have a woodburner upstairs in the front room/dining room thingy, and a Jetmaster type affair in the play room which is supposed to heat the bedrooms. It doesn't really and we've had oil heaters in each bedroom to keep the temperature up. I can hear the electric meter spinning from 100yds away under the strain.
Well enough is enough. We now have two shiney new Heat Pumps and they are simply amazing. The whole house is cosy, not just the two rooms like before. I can even walk down the hallway naked. I used to have to run from one warm room to the other to avoid frostbite. Mrs R would bid me farewell and hope that I would make it to the bathroom and back before pneumonia set in. The cold would do strange things to my extremities and now I feel whole again. "See I told you it was the cold" is my new proud line.
They have a wizzy little remote and are whisper quiet. This is day three and even the cats are happy to navigate the hall now (their poor little paws on that wooden floor used to bring a tear to my eye, that would then freeze). We can see out our windows - they used to mist up at about 7pm and we'd get puddles of water overnight. Handy if you got thirsty and were too cold to make it to the bathroom....just wring out the cloth for a delightful mountain fresh taste.
They are supposed to be cheap to run as they work by magic or something. I think there is a little dragon called Bob inside but I didn't get past page 3 of the booklet so don't really know. Page two shows you how to set the temperature and that was all I needed.
I shall be checking the bill when it arrives and hope that this new found warmth is as cheap as promised. I need to change electricity companies anyway following advice from half-pie.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Are you heteroflexible?
Just when you think you've mastered your mother tongue, they go and add some words to it. I have just read a story from Reuters advising of this years proposed additions to the Collins English Dictionary, one of which is heteroflexible. This is defined as someone who is usually, but not always, heterosexual....
They have also added Ingerland, which arose from a football (soccer) terrace chant to solve the problem of the missing third syllable in England.
Others are "bouncebackability", "go commando" and "supersize".
My favourite is "back, sack and crack". This is defined as a (cosmetic depilation of) the back, scrotum and the area between the buttocks, apparently a beauty parlour waxing procedure made famous by David Beckham. You have got to be kidding me! The isn't anything on this earth that would make me let someone pour hot wax on my nuts and then rip the hair out. It'd be bad enough to shave the little buggers, but yanking out my fur just ain't never gonna happen. Beckham, you are a braver man than I.
They have also added Ingerland, which arose from a football (soccer) terrace chant to solve the problem of the missing third syllable in England.
Others are "bouncebackability", "go commando" and "supersize".
My favourite is "back, sack and crack". This is defined as a (cosmetic depilation of) the back, scrotum and the area between the buttocks, apparently a beauty parlour waxing procedure made famous by David Beckham. You have got to be kidding me! The isn't anything on this earth that would make me let someone pour hot wax on my nuts and then rip the hair out. It'd be bad enough to shave the little buggers, but yanking out my fur just ain't never gonna happen. Beckham, you are a braver man than I.
Monday, June 06, 2005
The Facts of Life
I have just spent two days with some of the most amazing and brave people I have ever met in my life. It is not often you are surrounded by such amazing individuals who have such courage and spirit and are gathered not for themselves but for the benefit of others and, in particular, children.
They were not firefighters and they were not police (although, I guess, some of them might be during the normal working week). No, they were just parents although they all had one thing in common. They were all parents of children who had, or who were in remission from, cancer.
Now, we are lucky in that our two girls are healthy. They get all the usual bugs and nasties going around but we wake up each day knowing that they are fine. Imagine the horror if one day that runny nose and temperature wasn't quite right? What would you do? You would never think of cancer - it just isn't talked about as it scares the crap out of us parents and closing your eyes to it is the best way. Why live your life worrying about something that might not happen - that is what we do and there ain't nothing wrong with that.
But, for some, they don't get that lucky. Their kids get diagnosed and they go into the system and the rollercoaster begins.
A lot was discussed this weekend. Mostly you look at the parents and wonder how the hell they survived. I had dinner with a group of parents who went through that. Some lost children, some kids survived but with serious side effects, some were still in treatment, and some survived to become ordinary little kids. They were the funniest group you could imagine and we had a ball. I chuckled all the way home and woke up in the middle of night giggling. They had learnt something that most of us never discover until it is too late. They have learnt to think like kids and to not apply their rules and anxieties onto their children.
It is simple when you think about it. They only live each day at a time. They don't worry about tomorrow. This is not because of the horrific possibility of death but because tomorrow is too far away for most kids. They live each day and make the most of it. Kids dying with cancer aren't worried about not having their own kids, missing University, never learning to drive, never being grandparents themselves. As parents, these are our worries, not theirs. If we imprint these onto our kids, they get confused and only worry about disappointing us by not being able to do these things for us. An 8 year old doesn't worry about being a grandparent, to him or her, being 9 is a long time.
This was the annual Child Cancer Foundation conference and the keynote speakers, Dr John Spinetta and his wife, Pat Deasy-Spinetta were truly amazing. They are both Psychologists from the US and had made the trip to bring their views and observations. They did more than that. They gave people some understanding and advice (like that above) and helped people to make some sense out of this most terrible disease.
All of the speakers were good and each brought a unique perspective. The real power of the conference wasn't in what was said though. It was in the coffee sessions and the dinner where people got a chance to talk and share. One woman summed it up so well. She said that this was the first time that she had felt normal. Being able to talk to others who had gone through the same experience and to not have to hide the emotion was very liberating to her
When you meet someone that has lost a child, the usual reaction is to dance around the subject and to not bring it up. You think that is the best way. Well, it might be for you but the parent doesn't forget and doesn't want to. The pain never goes away and they keep the memories alive by sharing the good times and the stories of that persons life. It is us, with our fear of saying the wrong thing, that don't want to talk about it. We don't want to imagine the pain and so shut it out and avoid talking about it. Damn we're selfish. Sometimes, just listening and offering a shoulder to cry on is all the conversation that a person needs.
I learnt a lot this weekend, and I'm living today. I have stopped worrying about the mess in our front room, it might still be here tomorrow but we're having fun right now and that is all that matters. I am not a doctor and I can't offer any advice on this topic. These parents know more about this disease than most doctors. What I can give is my time and a shoulder, should they need it.
They were not firefighters and they were not police (although, I guess, some of them might be during the normal working week). No, they were just parents although they all had one thing in common. They were all parents of children who had, or who were in remission from, cancer.
Now, we are lucky in that our two girls are healthy. They get all the usual bugs and nasties going around but we wake up each day knowing that they are fine. Imagine the horror if one day that runny nose and temperature wasn't quite right? What would you do? You would never think of cancer - it just isn't talked about as it scares the crap out of us parents and closing your eyes to it is the best way. Why live your life worrying about something that might not happen - that is what we do and there ain't nothing wrong with that.
But, for some, they don't get that lucky. Their kids get diagnosed and they go into the system and the rollercoaster begins.
A lot was discussed this weekend. Mostly you look at the parents and wonder how the hell they survived. I had dinner with a group of parents who went through that. Some lost children, some kids survived but with serious side effects, some were still in treatment, and some survived to become ordinary little kids. They were the funniest group you could imagine and we had a ball. I chuckled all the way home and woke up in the middle of night giggling. They had learnt something that most of us never discover until it is too late. They have learnt to think like kids and to not apply their rules and anxieties onto their children.
It is simple when you think about it. They only live each day at a time. They don't worry about tomorrow. This is not because of the horrific possibility of death but because tomorrow is too far away for most kids. They live each day and make the most of it. Kids dying with cancer aren't worried about not having their own kids, missing University, never learning to drive, never being grandparents themselves. As parents, these are our worries, not theirs. If we imprint these onto our kids, they get confused and only worry about disappointing us by not being able to do these things for us. An 8 year old doesn't worry about being a grandparent, to him or her, being 9 is a long time.
This was the annual Child Cancer Foundation conference and the keynote speakers, Dr John Spinetta and his wife, Pat Deasy-Spinetta were truly amazing. They are both Psychologists from the US and had made the trip to bring their views and observations. They did more than that. They gave people some understanding and advice (like that above) and helped people to make some sense out of this most terrible disease.
All of the speakers were good and each brought a unique perspective. The real power of the conference wasn't in what was said though. It was in the coffee sessions and the dinner where people got a chance to talk and share. One woman summed it up so well. She said that this was the first time that she had felt normal. Being able to talk to others who had gone through the same experience and to not have to hide the emotion was very liberating to her
When you meet someone that has lost a child, the usual reaction is to dance around the subject and to not bring it up. You think that is the best way. Well, it might be for you but the parent doesn't forget and doesn't want to. The pain never goes away and they keep the memories alive by sharing the good times and the stories of that persons life. It is us, with our fear of saying the wrong thing, that don't want to talk about it. We don't want to imagine the pain and so shut it out and avoid talking about it. Damn we're selfish. Sometimes, just listening and offering a shoulder to cry on is all the conversation that a person needs.
I learnt a lot this weekend, and I'm living today. I have stopped worrying about the mess in our front room, it might still be here tomorrow but we're having fun right now and that is all that matters. I am not a doctor and I can't offer any advice on this topic. These parents know more about this disease than most doctors. What I can give is my time and a shoulder, should they need it.
Bloggers of the World
Being English, this pains me but Vive la France. A law teacher in France was a bit pissed at the EU Constitution so he wrote an essay and set-up a Blog giving his reasons for voting "Non". He was getting 25,000 hits a day, wow, that'd be about $3.54 from Google!
The BBC story is here.
This is one peachy paragraph that made me chuckle:
"And just as the media and political establishment in the US found during last year's presidential election, European elites have now felt the sting of these online upstarts, the bloggers."
The BBC story is here.
This is one peachy paragraph that made me chuckle:
"And just as the media and political establishment in the US found during last year's presidential election, European elites have now felt the sting of these online upstarts, the bloggers."
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
WellyWood, why am I here?
For those curry fans at The Wellingtonist, my take on this fine city, Let me count the ways.....
Why are you here?
I am here so that my kids can enjoy growing up and I can enjoy watching them growing up. I grew up in the sunny climate of east Africa and remember vividly my school days of sport, holidays to the beach and Fanta. My wife grew up in Nelson and had a similar life but substitute Fanta for L&P, I guess.
When you compare the two, Africa has many animals and insects that would like to eat you, alive or dead. The most dangerous thing in Nelson is, I believe, a rather dodgy pub near The Warehouse. Bringing our kids up in Africa might stress me too much. " Where are the kids?" "They're in the garden." "Holy smoke, get them inside they could get eaten/bitten/shot/mauled/stung/poisoned/kidnapped/toasted/roasted..."
Bringing our kids up in the UK would be similar although I would be too busy working to ever see them. We're in New Zealand for the time that the Kiwi lifestyle gives back to us. The best place to make the most of that extra time is in Wellington as you can live within minutes of the city and yet so far away.
What do you like about the town?
I like the harbour and the water. I particularly like the view down from the hills where you can watch planes land, boats sail, yachts race, and the cars on the motorway. There is always something happening in Welly and if you blink, you might just miss it. But never fear, 'cause there is so much going on you just have to cross the road and join something else. The thing I love most though is that if you stand on any street corner for a few moments, you'll usually see someone you know and you can say "hi", have a great coffee in a cafe that will be near and take a little breather whilst you take it all in.
What don't you like about the town?
Man, everyone says the wind but I don't mind it. Haven't you ever wondered why the streets are so clean? It is a well hidden fact that the stadium is actually a giant dustbin and all of the rubbish ends up there; all the council have to do is clean the pitch every Friday night. Just check out the place after any match - about 6,000 white plastic bags can be seen flying around yet nobody arrived with any bags....now you know.
If it isn't the wind, what's my beef? It's gotta be the thin roads. These tiny little skinny roads to houses on the hills, with cars parked on both sides. If you meet an oncoming car, you have to reverse 600 metres through wiggley, windy, u-bend type corners to get back to where you started. I’m' all for living in the hills, but Lord, give us big fat roads with footpaths and lighting.
First time experience?
It was 1995 and lasted all of 3 hours. My memory is somewhat faded but I swear everything was closed. I landed. I came into town. I went up a hill. I left. The flight was magnificent and the view was breathtaking. "Closed or not, gimme some of that", is what I thought.
The best of times, the worst of times?
Finally settling into this house and being a real family with our own front door, garden and plants. Owning my own patch with lots of Pohutukawa trees feels just great.
The worst of times was getting to this stage with a nightmare of epic proportions, best forgotten now.
What does the city mean to you?
It is the place I choose to live and the place I choose to die. Scatter my ashes over the harbour for I am never leaving. I hope one day my children will travel the world and see great sights and magical wonders only to return to Wellington to stand in the hills and say "damn, what a view, it's good to be home."
Why are you here?
I am here so that my kids can enjoy growing up and I can enjoy watching them growing up. I grew up in the sunny climate of east Africa and remember vividly my school days of sport, holidays to the beach and Fanta. My wife grew up in Nelson and had a similar life but substitute Fanta for L&P, I guess.
When you compare the two, Africa has many animals and insects that would like to eat you, alive or dead. The most dangerous thing in Nelson is, I believe, a rather dodgy pub near The Warehouse. Bringing our kids up in Africa might stress me too much. " Where are the kids?" "They're in the garden." "Holy smoke, get them inside they could get eaten/bitten/shot/mauled/stung/poisoned/kidnapped/toasted/roasted..."
Bringing our kids up in the UK would be similar although I would be too busy working to ever see them. We're in New Zealand for the time that the Kiwi lifestyle gives back to us. The best place to make the most of that extra time is in Wellington as you can live within minutes of the city and yet so far away.
What do you like about the town?
I like the harbour and the water. I particularly like the view down from the hills where you can watch planes land, boats sail, yachts race, and the cars on the motorway. There is always something happening in Welly and if you blink, you might just miss it. But never fear, 'cause there is so much going on you just have to cross the road and join something else. The thing I love most though is that if you stand on any street corner for a few moments, you'll usually see someone you know and you can say "hi", have a great coffee in a cafe that will be near and take a little breather whilst you take it all in.
What don't you like about the town?
Man, everyone says the wind but I don't mind it. Haven't you ever wondered why the streets are so clean? It is a well hidden fact that the stadium is actually a giant dustbin and all of the rubbish ends up there; all the council have to do is clean the pitch every Friday night. Just check out the place after any match - about 6,000 white plastic bags can be seen flying around yet nobody arrived with any bags....now you know.
If it isn't the wind, what's my beef? It's gotta be the thin roads. These tiny little skinny roads to houses on the hills, with cars parked on both sides. If you meet an oncoming car, you have to reverse 600 metres through wiggley, windy, u-bend type corners to get back to where you started. I’m' all for living in the hills, but Lord, give us big fat roads with footpaths and lighting.
First time experience?
It was 1995 and lasted all of 3 hours. My memory is somewhat faded but I swear everything was closed. I landed. I came into town. I went up a hill. I left. The flight was magnificent and the view was breathtaking. "Closed or not, gimme some of that", is what I thought.
The best of times, the worst of times?
Finally settling into this house and being a real family with our own front door, garden and plants. Owning my own patch with lots of Pohutukawa trees feels just great.
The worst of times was getting to this stage with a nightmare of epic proportions, best forgotten now.
What does the city mean to you?
It is the place I choose to live and the place I choose to die. Scatter my ashes over the harbour for I am never leaving. I hope one day my children will travel the world and see great sights and magical wonders only to return to Wellington to stand in the hills and say "damn, what a view, it's good to be home."
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Wellingtonist
Gotta get around to adding my thoughts to the Wellingtonist site.
Until I do that, a couple of comments.
I spent yesterday in Auckland and whilst it is a pleasant enough place, particularly down by the water, it just doesn't do it for me. As I flew back in last night, the moon was very bright, the sky was clear and seeing Wellington harbour with the lights and the lunar reflection, was a great welcome home. I guess that sight is only surpassed by sitting by the beach in Oriental Parade looking back towards Te Papa, the city and the hills beyond (with a good coffee in hand).
The legendary Tana Umaga was in the seat across from me and I swear he whispered "those Lions, they gonna get eaten, man". I was going to debate the issue but, shit, he's big in the flesh and he's probably right.
Until I do that, a couple of comments.
I spent yesterday in Auckland and whilst it is a pleasant enough place, particularly down by the water, it just doesn't do it for me. As I flew back in last night, the moon was very bright, the sky was clear and seeing Wellington harbour with the lights and the lunar reflection, was a great welcome home. I guess that sight is only surpassed by sitting by the beach in Oriental Parade looking back towards Te Papa, the city and the hills beyond (with a good coffee in hand).
The legendary Tana Umaga was in the seat across from me and I swear he whispered "those Lions, they gonna get eaten, man". I was going to debate the issue but, shit, he's big in the flesh and he's probably right.
Monday, May 23, 2005
MeNZB Update
We have a great doctor. Mrs R went to see her today to talk about MeNZB and our worries.
She is honest and understands our concerns. She is also practical and knowledgeable and went into great detail about the issues.
As a result, we will be joining the queues to jab our kids. We are still worried - it seems you always are when you are parents (and I hear that never goes away) - but we cannot take the risk and we will always do what we can to protect our children (even if it means getting into print!).
If you have doubts, do what we did and go see your doctor. Don't just ignore the issue, the risks are too great.
She is honest and understands our concerns. She is also practical and knowledgeable and went into great detail about the issues.
As a result, we will be joining the queues to jab our kids. We are still worried - it seems you always are when you are parents (and I hear that never goes away) - but we cannot take the risk and we will always do what we can to protect our children (even if it means getting into print!).
If you have doubts, do what we did and go see your doctor. Don't just ignore the issue, the risks are too great.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Archives
half-pie, you are right.
I checked my keyword analysis today (statcounter is so neat) and there are a lot of people looking up Paul Hewitt, David Monro, Lombard Finance and LJ Hooker. I guess they are after some background to help them make up their own minds on this story. I have an obligation to maintain the posts for as long as I can, subject to a court order or something! Mrs R and I talked about it and we are both prepared to stick up for our rights as individuals to shout out loud about fair play.
To those people that came and found some blank pages, my apologies.
My Archives are now back on-line.
I checked my keyword analysis today (statcounter is so neat) and there are a lot of people looking up Paul Hewitt, David Monro, Lombard Finance and LJ Hooker. I guess they are after some background to help them make up their own minds on this story. I have an obligation to maintain the posts for as long as I can, subject to a court order or something! Mrs R and I talked about it and we are both prepared to stick up for our rights as individuals to shout out loud about fair play.
To those people that came and found some blank pages, my apologies.
My Archives are now back on-line.
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