Title adjustment

In reverence to my right honourable friend Mr Cooper and his rather pointed observation that the current title might be persived as a little narrow in breadth of remit and likely result in a swathe of 'bloody babies booties shots" I think we can expand the title to "shoes".

That should still leave scope for those so inclind to take shots of juniors foot etitre but leave scope for others to be a bit more creative.

Have fun

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Peanut's New clothes

When we found out that Peanut was a boy we bought his first outfits.  YBOD's mum has also been knitting so we have some pictures of the first things we ever received for Peanut. 

Our Son!!

For those who are not on facebook and therefore didn't see yesterdays late breaking news, we now know that we are having a son, that he's a strong and lively one and, well......lets just say it was VERY clear he was a boy........yes like his dad ;0)

We are now going to have to start that long and painful process of choosing a name for the fella, after all he can't be called peanut for ever......can he?

Peanut is a boy!

I am now just over 19weeks and have just had the latest scan.  It was quite amazing to see that Peanut really does look like a baby now.  We were able to see a brain, bones in the arms and legs and even fingers and thumbs.  Peanut was a bit shy and kept legs together throughout most of the scan but we did spend nearly and hour and a half in the ultrasound room while the sonographer got all the pictures and measurements she needed.  Peanut wouldn't lie on his back for the lady to see his heart properly so I had to keep moving around and going for walks to get him to move.  We were also able to hear a good heart beat which was reasuring.  We can vouch for the the fact that Peanut is definately a boy.  We were able to see a third leg and a scrotum, YBOD is very proud. 

Now that we know Peanut is a boy we can go shopping, my favourite bit.  Luckily blue is my favourite colour, followed by red so a boy is good with me.  It is strange knowing Peanut  is a boy as we had got used to the idea that he was a girl and the name Peanut sounds a little funny now.  We still have to see the doc on Tuesday to get the full results of the scan and make sure Peanut really is perfect. 

What do you think we should call Peanut?

Trimix Divers Easter Egg

The Easter bunny brought me the perfect Easter egg for a trimix diver....a trimix egg!!

This beauty was like an Easter bushka doll with a milk choc egg with a white choc egg in side that and a dark choc egg inside that. Genius!!




Now I would loved to have shared some of this with the co-pilot but what can I do, she's not trimix qualified so I can't do it. After all, the rules are there for her own protection, nothing I can do.

Mmmmmmmm yummy ;0D

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Full pint visitor.

I have found a pub that does pints!! Sorry, I normally start my posts with a bit more of a narrative that that before getting to the exclamation, but I'm afraid this was just too excitting a bit of news not to get straight to the point.

So the story, well a friend of ours from Dubai (yes ok, it's Alissar so maybe aquaintance ratherthan friend) was over in Sydney under orders to visit family with her mum.

Anyway, we met up at Circular key and went for a wonder, catching up and talking sh... Oh actually, I think my mum still reads this blog...... Talking rubbish, unroll we found an invitting looking bar and sat ourselves down. Now since being in Sydney I have long since given in to the fact that you can't get a proper pint in Australia. Being a lover of Real Ale, and room tempurature no fizz ale at that, I am fairly doomed on the contents of any glass here as it's going to be larger or something tasting distictly like larger even if it's name claims it to be bitter!! But notwithstanding the issues related to the contents of said disapponting glass I also have to tollerate the fact that I can't even get a PINT only a SCOONER. Now the Aussies are generally metric in most things they do I know, but I understand they used to maintain the wholesome noble and honable beer measure of a pint until relatively recently, and then had this part measure of a scooner for the less manly drinkers....presumably for the ladies. Well it seems now that just about every bar in Sydney sells scooners only.

But, joy of joys, the bar in question did in fact sell PINTS and so it was that I wondered back to out table with two mug handled good old pints of Coopers Pale Ale (and a diet coke for the pregnant co-pilot) and enjoyed this properly gauged and sized measure of what I have to admit is a rather nice summer beer (best or a bad lot anyway) so much that I decided to stock up on two more to keep it company.


Well I could have just one could I, you never know when they are going to run out of Pints and restock with Scooners!!

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Scouser Sofa Salesman

I dropped the car off for a service this morning and on the work through from there to the office I saw what has to be the best name for a shop, if only it was owned by a scoucer selling stolen tellies and Hifi:


If you know your scouse terminology you'll know what I mean.

I also saw this sign which makes sense in itself but somehow seems wrong.


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