Hey James Bond, you can't fight henchmen on ice skates using a Zamboni!

With things at work winding down prior to the flurry of activity that will come with the election that much be coming up soon I've been wanting to get things cleared.  Specifically, I've been trying to respond (or in many cases, find excuses not to respond to the inquiries that people have made.)  Someone wrote in to complain about losing their life savings in a managed fund that went under (after admitting they didn't look it over properly) and wanting our help to get their money back.  I'm not sure how to respond to some of their queries, and I'm not sure why they sent their complaints to us, as we do not represent their area or have any responsibility for the issue.  To actually answer them as W wants to (he's very conscientious but I'm not sure he understands how time consuming and futile corro can be) would take me hours of research and result in nothing.

I was hoping to get to the gym a lot this past week, but I disappointed myself by just going on Wednesday for a workout that alternated pushing and pulling weights and some wokouts at home that lacked intensity.  I also ran home from the office on Thursday and ran in on Friday whilst carrying my gym bag, which is an entirely feasible way of getting to work that I plan to use again in the future.

Part of my reticence to go full on at the gym came from the fact that I was planning to play with the Convicts now that they are back from their tour.  This morning I drove up to the Blue Mountains for a game which we won 32-3.  I managed to score "one-third of a try" and also set up our club president for a try.  I picked up a dropped ball and ran through a gap.  They had a skinny guy at outside centre who was in my path, and as he came forward for a kind of half hearted tackle I gave him a good push aside and dragged three of his teammates along before offlloading to the prez who was in the clear and ran it 40 metres.  I had a couple of other good runs today, one which took me to five metres from the try line on the cusp of half time despite the biggest guy on their team hitting me with a shoulder charge (had he used his arms he would probably have taken me down) and another one in which my left boot came flying off and I made it another 10 metres unburdened by the extra weight.

Oh yes, and late in the game I got an elbow in the face and was taken off on account of blood (though there really wasn't that much.)

Two of the Convicts have a second home in the mountains and we stopped there for a BBQ afterwards (accompanied by half the population of Sydney that seemed to be visiting the easter suburbs of the Blue Mountains for the day.

The denizens of chez canuck are now all settled in with the arrival on Friday of the latest addition.  It was a crowded and estrogen laden house this weekend, with two of the three female inhaibtants having visits from their sisters.  For most of this weekend a six month old infant was the closest thing to a man in the house.  Who will take on the pancake mixing duties as I did on Thursday evening?