This England!

In an unforgivable oversight, I managed to forget today is St. Georges day. It was my wife who called to remind me, on her way to work and I suddenly felt, very detached from the country I used to call home. It's funny, seeing that I was only back in Blighty 5 short months ago. Today is a very special day, not just for the patriotic streak that runs through me, but also for the memories it evokes of my Grandad, dressing up in his suit, with a red rose in his label and going down the pub to wet his whistle. I'm sure his whistle was very dry as he's be in there till closing time. Forgetting things I suppose is a side effect of parenthood. Things are beginning to get back to some semblance of normality. The twins are now 3, Adam is 1, Alanna is 18 and Mandi is 21. Quite the collection of children.

This week has been my week of getting small jobs off my todo list. My laptop has finally gone back to HP pending repair, so it will be nice to be able to site in my nice cosy armchair and type away. I also need to get my digital camera looked at, before the warranty expires, as the view finder and zoom seem to have a problem. The camera still works fine, but I can sense something about to go skewy any moment.

Work is as busy as ever, which is good and bad. Sherri is doing amazingly well, I'm so proud of her. She's lost over 110 pounds through dieting and is now going to the gym regularly to try to tone up and lose a little more weight. She also does belly dancing once a week and last Saturday did her first public performance and might good she was too.

Just wanted to check in quickly to let readers of this blog know I'm still alive and kicking. Drop me a line if we haven't chatted in a while. S'laters.