David
Kit

If you’re new here, welcome. This is just me having a rant about my daily life as a lowly husband and slave to my kids and dog. I’m sure an equivalent blog is hosted somewhere out there from my wife’s perspective but you won’t want to read that, it’s too long.

I have not even the slightest creative bone in my body to put into this page as I hardly have time to scratch an itch. So, I’m really relying on WordPress to give me something to make me look a little less boring (but it’s already starting to look a lot like the cover of my obituary).

I currently live in Australia, in a small town masquerading as a capital city in Queensland called Brisbane. Shops open late, close early, and I’m often left scratching my head when work is finished and the fridge is empty of food. There are places to shop but it always amazes me such a tiny population can ravage the shelves of supermarkets of good quality food by the time I get there. If you’ve lived in any Asian country for more than a week you’ll know what I mean. Okay sure, there are late night shopping days, but it’s once a week and there’s only 52 a year if it doesn’t land on public holidays. *groans*

House and the hold

I live and work at home with an aspiring florist and interior decorator as a spouse. Having bought, despite repeated protests from my forever partner, what I would consider a hovel by most standards in my ethnic origins we do our best to make it look presentable. The more I work on it though, the more I wish to retire in it. So I guess it’s going hunky dory. I’m no property spinner, don’t have the energy for that, as I’m quite the sloth.

Next in the level of command is my two she-bosses, my daughters. Give your horoscopes the flick people, they’re only born two days apart if you disregard the solar year digits and yet they are miles apart in personality and physique.

Finally, there’s the… well, King of the house. The all important, almighty French Bulldog. Their reputation (if not the farts) precedes him. War is when stray toilet paper rolls are around to be attacked, and woe is me when there are shortages. But on a segue what a fine time to be the owner of a butt drying bidet…

Did you really read this far?

You’re rewarded. This is the end. Salut.

Or you can read yet another page about me.