After the semi-seriousness of the last post I felt I should bring things back in line.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

I did have a lot to say about this year's election. I've wiped this notepad file clean twice already, deleting thoughts on Howard's governing skills, and my initial ideas of the voting process. All I really want to say is: it's about damn time.

I was worried though. Worried that everyone else in Australia would take the easy path, and let Howard continue his unimaginative stewardship of our country. Walking through Chinatown last night I spotted a crowd of people huddled around a strategically hung plasma tv. As I passed them they let rip with a roar of approval as the predicted loss of Howard's seat flashed up on the screen. If this disparate group of drunken Melbournians was any indication, then we'd be ok.

And I think we will be. I'm also predicting that stories of the union and high tax boogymen will prove to be just that. Stories.
At the very least it'll be nice not to have hastily constructed advertisements invading my waking hours.

Two years ago yesterday Ange and I went on our first date. One year and one day ago I wrote about the great changes that the first year had brought.

This year it's all been about learning to live together. I like to think we've reached a happy equilibrium in the household. Though there are still occasional bouts of toilet-seat-upright (me) and toothpaste-tube-left-open (her).

Given that the temperature was hovering around the high to very high 30's there was no way either of us would be cooking. So we headed up to the local RSL for a quick counter meal. Except that when we got there we discovered that the bistro was closed and the only option was desiccated mystery roast. We wisely decided to pass.

As pretty much everything in the northern suburbs is closed on Mondays (a tradition I still don't understand) we were glad to see that Atami had decided to buck the trend and stay open. After our little celebratory feast of sushi, dumplings, fried rice and chicken we popped into Ange's cousin's house to say hi before heading home to relax in the air conditioned glory of the house.

Well Done - An Annual Report that has to be cooked first. Still more nutritious than a Big Mac.

A nice list of book covers for 2007. Yes, apparently you can judge a book by it's cover.