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SPRATTY SAYS 30th January 2008
Hello it’s me again! I thought after an extended stay in your Saturday paper it was time for a change, a mid-week dose of verbosity won’t go astray.
Cooler conditions across the valley in recent days have created solid player comfort levels, sadly for Mrs Spratty though, being a little on the damp side, most domestic tasks requiring any kind of effort have failed my stringent standards of OH &S. I did fire up the mower though in damp conditions, when added to international standards of ineptitude and a sloping block, I’m sure my neighbours were left pondering the bizarre ornamental etchings that resulted.
Also at the Ponderosa we enjoyed another visit from the world’s luckiest cockatiel. Typically though just when the bedtime and bathtime routine was kicking in and Mrs Spratty was beginning to consider her tertiary education, she was whisked back to the Big One’s beachside sanctuary in Coffs..poor thing.
Around the Valley obvious signs of our students itching to get back into the academic harness are beginning to show, anyhow they must be nearly cooked. From personal experience at this time in the extended break ‘deal’, fatigue begins to set in, the constant barrage of who, where, what and when all happening subject to constant change with kids you sometimes only vaguely recognise. To the point where you pretty much just provide a shuttle and accommodation service with questions attached.
In particular CC Girl’s powers of comprehension must be tested with hundreds of private and personal emails ebbing and flowing daily through her personal IT hub. In the last week she has restored her social status to ‘happily single’, at 15 hardly a revelation from the teenage department of self absorbedness, however Mrs Spratty and I will miss regular visits from the terrific young bloke she was knocking about with.. go figure.
On the sporting front, the seasons are starting to converge with the commencement of Rugby training clashing with the tail end of oz-tag et al. Regretfully I may have to let my teenage Oz Tag team mates down under instructions from my sports management team..somehow I think they will manage. Seriously, I can't believe how much off season training has been going on this year in all codes, men and women. It augers well for some quality winter sports action when the competitions start in a few months time. Even our very own Tom Freebody is looking a little less like a shiny bum.
On the workfront, Chris ‘Coach’ Osborne rejoins the sales team after his successful sojourn into the sibling extension business, taking delivery of his third child. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Mrs Osborne, but serving up three kids to the Rhino’s Captain Coach surely must elevate her to somewhere around Mother Theresa status.
Also a welcome return to the feistiest Caravan man in the world Paul Winmill, who returned this week after a worrying illness as cheeky as ever, more than a little irritating but terrific to see.
Finally don’t forget that a visit to the Victoria Street Auto Pleasure dome is a worthwhile exercise, especially for your car where Steve and the team are on standby to pamper your conveyance.
Happy Motoring
Spratty