The smallest daughter has broken her arm again. While playing netball this morning, apparently the Wing Attack of the other team tripped her, she fell, she broke her wrist. So now she's in plaster for 6 weeks, again.

Tonight me and Gabba went out for dinner with our hub friends. It was a good time, no kids, good company, good food, good wine. And towards the later part of the night, adequate Scotch.

Gabba of course drove us all home. Thanks love.

But when we get home, no matter how much I've had to drink, it's still up to me to put the car away. At the last house, it was a major origami job to get a 5 series BWW into a garage meant for a much smaller car. This house is much easier, but it's still a reversing job in the dark. Don't hit the house and don't hit the other car.

Gabba, if you drive home, you are also responsible for getting the car in the right place too. It's the rules.

The Photo

I was playing with the camera on the drive home. I don't know if it's a good shot or not. There is no Potatoshop. I got the car in the garage ok, but I can't figure out the what potatoshop should be done to it. Too much to drink. Bed time.

UPDATE: Hey look at that. Now that I've posted the photo, it's almost a self portrait.

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Posted: Saturday, 1 September, 2007 23:46

Captured: 2007:09:01 23:15:53

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