This is a picture of Naomi's dad, Rob. I took it during a working bee at their house today (hence the sweat running down his cheek and dripping from his nose). It was a fun day full of weeding and raking and shovelling etc.
We were all pretty pooped afterwards but spent the evening sitting round a campfire reading Australian poetry. Interestingly a lot of 'classic' Oz literature is better understood when read in an irish accent- due to the fact that it was written by irish immigrants. It starts to get strange when you mix the irish accent with talk of 'boiling billys' and 'roos' and other Aussie colloquialisms.
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I haven't had a blog update for a while cos life has simply consisted of work work work. School work has really slowed down this term, but thankfully the creche has needed me nearly everyday.
