Monthly Archives: May 2007

Tefillin embarassment.

This morning I walked three times up and down the stairs. I unlocked and locked the door five times. And I asked Sandra where she put my tefillin three times. I fussed. I complained. I made a nuisance of myself. … Continue reading

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Self Control.

I said “Well its what I want to do…” Sandra said “If did what I wanted to do I would eat a tub of ice-cream everyday.” Sandra added “Well, maybe only half-a-tub”. Sandra then concluded, certain that she had won … Continue reading

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Sir Richard Burton

Sandra said to me “Is there only one Sir Richard Burton?”. I said “Yes. I would suppose so.” She said “The owner of Virgin Airlines can read Sanskrit?” I said “That is Sir Richard Branson.”

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Amatomu Ranking Ribbon – Hacked!

NB: Vincent and Matthew have finally realised someone is being mischevious. There is not much time left for amusement. They are currently fiddling with the name of link. They just changed the name ribbon_white.swf to ribbon.swf. This is obviously just … Continue reading

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I trust you will be able to rectify this problem…

Well we just got the new car back again from Daihatsu workshop… I really am hoping its all working properly now (but I am not holding my breath.) [Addition 7 May 2007] Well, $#%# the car is not fixed. Tonight … Continue reading

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Warm beer.

Warm beer. Yup… we all know what that means around here. Sandra has the flu. She is very unhappy about it as she gets cross about being sick. But she also got her Physiology marks back today and was awarded … Continue reading

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Leisure in the gardens…

This morning I took myself down to the botanic gardens with an unread book and my iPod. The sun was deliciously warm and I found myself a comfortable bench over which I threw a blanket. I lazed on the bench … Continue reading

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