Pregnancy update. Almost 34 weeks and things are 'normal'. No need for more than that. Alissa's looking forward to a full strength beer and glass of wine not mixed with soda water. And having another alarm clock to look after.
I was flicking channels on the radio the other day when I'd been in the car for a while and landed on some station called Bay Area FM. A very amateur outfit but bloody funny and reminded me so much of our old backyard shed based pirate radio stations back home. Sunshine Radio and Radio Nova. Long before the days of the commercial and legalised current versions of Today FM and FM104. The music this lot were playing was incredibly 80's (and therefore well up my street) and when Chris De Burgh came on with 'Don't Pay the Ferryman', I was half way through singing along word for word before I realised what I was doing. I knew why of course. Marian was a fan and had the albums, even went to a gig in Landsdowne or the RDS I seem to recall. Imagine, ole bushy black eyebrows man playing a venue like that. In fairness, perhaps it was the lack of musical quality around at the time, but Jesus that stuff was sh&t. But I like it because of where it brings me. Her only imperfection was her love of Chris de Burgh's music (yes, I know I am a music snob sometimes, but still, come on.....)
Also made me realise. I'm pretty much middle-aged. What that means I don't really know but am getting glimpses of myself every now and then, especially when getting checked out by the GP for blood pressure and cholesterol levels and all that.
I hear Radiohead are playing Malahide Castle. Are you fricken kidding me?? I waited for years and years for them to come and play Dublin, and then they do and they play 'my home village'? Might pop home with Aibhe for it. Ha.
After what was a really average summer (but fantastic news for the dams that went from 18 to 39% full and has ensured everything is very green - yes, I am a little obsessed by the drought situation, I accept this) we now descend into the cold winter days of 21 degrees'ish. Darker mornings means longer sleeps for Aibhe (generally). All is good. I love winter.
I went to the 2nd Virginblue charity hangar ball recently. The blog history has an account of the first one about a year and a half ago. Of course Mr (I refuse to acknowledge a meaningless knighthood) Branson was there in all his glory. A 2,800 person strong affair at 290 per person (I was invited so no paying for it for me - charity or no charity) and all went pretty well given what must have been a logistical nightmare. Even through Earth hour when all the lights went out and I thought I was eating tuna. Turned out to be shredded lamb.
Now then. Anybody wishing to travel from Sydney to LA (or the other direction) from December 15th onwards, please go to www.vaustralia.com.au. They are my new employer. Flying those big Boeing 777 babies. Still part of the Virgin Blue group, but now Finance Manager for, as they call it, 'Australia's newest international airline'. Was actually quite close to leaving the place, but a change as good as a rest as they say. Mind you resting hasn't been in the vocabulary for some time now.
We recently got Foxtel IQ on the high recommendation of Murt. Probably the best extra $20 a month we've spent. Assume you guys have something similar with Sky back home. Our back catalogue is now choc-a-bloc with episodes of Dora the Explorer, Curious George and the Wiggles. A heaven send when instant satisfaction is required or a particular episode is demanded. Must say, Curious George is currently my favourite. A very cute monkey.
We're preparing Aibhe for the arrival of number 2 by various means, one of which is the whole baby's bedroom which she has commanded as her own and has suddenly decided she likes all those baby toys. She has also dictated that this will be a girl. 'Boy maybe Aibhe?' 'No way, girl'.
If she's right, we'll have plenty of clothes.
Very economical.
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