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So the blog has been quiet for a while, thats because i’ve basically spent the last 9 days in the bathroom.

Last weekend was Kahurangi’s first birthday party, so on Saturday I took him out to let Laurel have space to get ready for Sunday. We went to a school fair, and I ate something there that must have been left for 12 days to soak in a bucket of bacteria, because by Sunday I was shaking uncontrollably and sweating insanely.
Fearing infecting the other babies and families at the party I spent the day in bed, by Monday morning pretty much everything I ate in the last 17 years had been liquified and passed through my sphincter … at least thats what it felt like. Not pretty let me tell you. I slept Monday night on the floor of the bathroom, waking frequently to moan pitifully and drag myself to the toilet.

It’s now nearly 9 days later and I’m 10kg lighter and still not 100%.

Next time I’m just gonna eat the dodgy looking stuff, instead of trying to be careful, then at least I will have something to blame.

Saw this on my way to work, so snapped a quick photo with the phone.

He does look kinda bored too.

I specifically bought this brand of muesli because it didn’t have any stupid yoghurt covered crap in the picture. And what happens, I open the box, pour out a bowl and there are tons of the freaking yoghurt covered bastards.

One of the good things of starting work early is getting to watch the sun come up as I walk to the office.

So I got up at 5am today and sneaked around the house showering and getting dressed without waking Kahurangi or Laurel then walked down the hill to catch the 5.45am bus. Now the bus stop is right next door to the Island bay pie shop, in which the days pies were being baked. Consequently by the time the bus arrived I was starving, so when I got off at Newtown to change buses I went into the local Chinese bakery and fried chicken shop (don’t ask, it’s Newtown) to get a donut and a coffee.

While I was sitting at the bus stop I met the man who invented computers. He sat down beside me and was chatting and asked what I did. When I said I programmed computers he said. “I think I invented them, I was thinking one day, if we can have typewriters we can have computers, and now look they are everywhere”. He then bummed a dollar off me and went to buy a coffee.

Newtown, you gotta love it.

“I don’t believe in those psychics eh, the one who came round here was a bloody dick” On the ‘Sensing Murder’ show which is all about psychics ‘solving’ crimes.