father's day

sunday was father's day which we marked by paul working a 14 hour day. i wonder whether it is worth it... he doesn't get paid enough to work 14 hours on a normal day but particularly not a sunday, and his first fathers day. grumble, grumble, grumble...

after percy had her breakfast at 7:00am we slung her up and walked off to see tin tits. aka- the war memorial. i'll try to add a picture here but don't hold your breath.

well, that's the best i can do. she is a truly enormous sculpture erected to commemorate the second world war (i think.) i imagine you can figure out where the nick name 'tin tits' comes from. the walk there was interesting as we found a sort of secret garden. obviously some effort and expense had gone into its construction but now it is all over grown. try another piccie...
okay, so now they are both up the top. that's not how it started out. however you're probably sick to death of me whinging about the non-user friendliness of this blogging site. you'll just have to match up pictures with text as you go.

upon our return to the apartment paul checked the laptop and saw there was problems at work. and that's the last we saw of him 'til he came to bed at 10:30pm. he then got up again at 2:30am to check how things were going in australia. he really isn't compensated enough for this. whinge, whinge, whinge.

we'll make up for it next year.