Poor boy, I hear you say (tenuously) and as it happens that was the name of the play we went to see with Helen on Tuesday. It featured songs by Tim Finn (Split Enz, Crowded House, The Finn Brothers and, er Tim Finn) and a spooky Zebra mask and was very good. We booked the tickets at the last minute on Tuesday and ended up, quite self-consciously, being the only 3 people on the very front row - right in front of the retractable headstone and where they place the ship at the end of the play. It's about a boy who is inhabited by the ghost of a dead man and the play slowly reveals how their unravelling families are interconnected. Heady stuff indeed.
It was great to see Helen - she and M hung out during the afternoon on Tuesday while I was at the office - before she headed off to Canberra to work on a boxing event and then on to Melbourne to prepare for the V8 racing there this week.
Yesterday was a fairly low-key day - after breakfast we went out to The Rocks market, visited the friendly lady that does the 3D postage stamp art, walked around the shops in George St. for a bit and then wrapped up the afternoon by going to see Ice Age 3D. Not sure what's on the agenda for today but I'm sure we'll figure something out.
Tomorrow I have a breakfast meeting before a quick visit to the office and then we're heading home to prepare for Neil and Tracey's visit; and to jump right back into the whirlwind of moving house. It's all so exciting.
Tweeting Tweets
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Lethargy Downunder
For the entire week here in Sydney I've struggled to get myself onto the local timezone, and so here I am hiding out in the bathroom since 6:45am doing my best not to disturb M (who has had no such trouble) from her slumber.
I've been doing this business travel gig for a good few years now and have figured out how to use jet lag to my advantage - keeping on top of things going on at head office by getting up early (3am) in the morning in Asia or Australia, entertaining journalists/customers until late in the evening in the UK/Europe - but it becomes a bit old when the outcome of that is that I'm dealing with it through the weekend also. And I'm not the quietest at getting out of bed, getting dressed and senaking out of the hotel room - I can't even do it that well at home, and particularly in the dark - so I invariably end up disturbing M anyway. Oh well. I think she appreciates the efforts I go to even if they generally fail.
UlloaSullivan thinks...
... not everyone can pull off wearing Orange but Connor Kirchman, like myself, is one of them.

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