What would life be like?

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn't met some one, or didn't know some thing. If had decided to turn left, rather than right. If I had chosen to fly west rather than north. If I had chosen to say what I thought, rather than not. What I would do If I didn't have beautiful friends who put up with me. What if I could actually ignore all those things people say that you are supposed to not worry about, but you do.

I wonder what if I had never eaten duck, or seen a television. Or what Glenferrie Road would be like without Mario’s, or Lygon Street without Italian Restaurants.....

Of key concern to me today, however, is what life would be like without Cadbury favourites. These are fantastic chocolates. Your right. They are not Haighs, nor lint, nor elephants, nor Belgium delights. However, they are tried and tested, reliable, readily available, inexpensive, and provide variety in my life when, well lets face it, there isn't much.


What would life be like without Cadbury favourites, I'm not sure. But, I am sure I don't what to know. I don't think I ever would have got through University without these. So life would obviously be different. And yes, George, I am still at Bond. This is what happens when you anticipate finishing a degree quickly, proceed to get sick halfway through, reduce your course load to part-time for a year (pathetic, I know.) So when do I finish: August. If not I will take matters into my own hands. Don't worry Mum, I'll be fine.

Perhaps when I finish University I'll find out what life is like without Cadbury. I imagine it's an American company anyway. Hopefully, increased finances shall accompany full-time employment then I can give up Cadbury and limit myself to Haighs, thereby supporting Australian made and owned. Alternatively, I could just move to Belgium.

Those were the days my friend

I think my father sent me these clippings to show me how he has changed over the years, or perhaps it was to highlight how he's stayed the same. Dad, not much has changed except now runners don't have to be amatuers anymore! I guess that's not nearly as entertaining for friends of runners who decided to run across town to a dinner party as this could be classified as 'training.' Oh and perhaps you don't have as much hair as you did in the past. As for the political comment; well we were all young once.

(pity about the origin of that one)

Alright, alright

I've been having a bit of fun. Well the only fun you really have when you've had a cold! I may have been slightly misleading regarding the arrival of Lucille Abigail grace, Lucy as she is affectionately referred to is not a human being but a puppy. My sister got really grumpy, and given there were about four separate occasions she decided to stop speaking to me last year, and assuming there will be similar decisions made by her this semester, I thought it best to clear the air and provide you with some photos and clarification on the puppy, who was actually named Lucille Abigail Grace the 5th. I had a play with her last week. She is hysterical. Dad is still pretending that he doesn't like her, he doesn't like dogs, he doesn't like animals and he doesn't like much in general unless it's from the west coast of the country but he is strategically organising to look after the puppy and was over heard commenting "don't look at me like that, that's just how boof (our old Newfoundland) looked at me," "oh i think it might me hungry," "well i guess we will look after when Sarah and Rob go away, when are they going away, this weekend? well we should be looking after it. What? They are taking it to the beach, that wouldn't be good for Lucy I think I should be looking after her." So basically he's doing the usual playing tough but he's a real softy and even takes the dog for coffee at Marios!

Christmas break

I was looking forward to the Christmas break. I thought it would be a bit of a holiday. Alas, some things don't turn out the way they are supposed to. The lack of posts on this thing can be contributed to a combination of the above factors. I am looking forward to returning to Bond and having a holiday from having a holiday. In other news Lucy Abigail Grace arrived safely, as anticiatpated. With a considerable head of hair (presumably taking after her mother) she is happy, healthy and loved by all. Photos soon.