Hi everyone Well it's certainly been a long Christmas break that I've had. Daddy gave me his old computer but failed to inform me that it would not be connected to the net and that I'd have to make other arrangements to ensure the continuity of my notes. I've also had to learn how to use DOS and type "win" to get rid of the blank screen. I have managed to do a bit of surfing over the break though - I sneak onto Daddy's internet-ready computer. It's hard - he's passworded the screen saver. That means that I've either got to wait for him to leave and get to the computer within 3 minutes or - my favoured approach - just re-boot. The only down-side to the re-boot for Daddy is that he tends to lose work. I'm back at my work (the Childcare Centre) for 3 days a week. Felix is now there as well (he's got my old role of organising the younger ones). Felix seems to be holding his own too (a chip off the old blockhead) - he's quite handy in a sandpit-brawl - always very quick with a handful of sand and he knows how to follow it up with a spade. He's also not afraid to eat sand which is always a plus. I quite enjoy childcare - going there is like walking into the pub on Cheers - "Elliot!". Sometimes some of the screws get a bit twitchy though - just the other day I was hauled off the cubbyhouse roof "due to the dangers of lying on a pitched roof" (I was only sniping the kids with berries). It's also fun when Felix gets to visit the "big boys and girls" - we hide him down the back and see how long it takes until someone notices. Christmas, New Year and all that was fine. The highlights were my 8 square metre sandpit with its cubic and a half metre of sand and the Christmas presents chosen by Daddy (water pistols, Tonka trucks, Simpson fridge magnets, hand-made ninja stars etc. - no clothing or educational material in sight). Of course, Mummy did pad out the Christmas stockings with clothes and educational material. Foodwise - there was a trip to Yum Cha in Sydney and a couple of legs of ham that did quite nicely (not to forget the chocolate coin path that led from my and Felix's room to the Christmas tree on Christmas day). There was also the room of balloons that Daddy prepared for Felix and I on Christmas day - the best bit was making Mummy and Daddy jump for most of January as each balloon popped. Most of my friends in childcare have parents who video-taped their Christmas celebrations - at our house, Daddy recorded us in "pure digital stereo sound" (as he told me) and will shortly burn a CD version. As for television over the break - it was great. My staple of old episodes of Simpsons and Buffy were ably satisfied. I even managed to catch quite a few episodes of the now ancient Australian music programme "Countdown". I just love glam. Daddy and I would get up early on Sunday mornings to watch it, singing along to the theme of "countdown, countdown, countdown, countdown!" in ever rising tones. When someone was talking about a "toxic meltdown" on television last night, I told Mummy and Daddy that it's just not "toxic countdown". Daddy and I each bought guitars over the holidays - neither of us has played them a lot - but we do look good..... We're in the middle of renovating the house - I've done my best to help spread paint over the carpet and rocks over the lawn. I also have been trying not to get too involved with Daddy's mice. The best trick that I've been playing on him is to take the lid off the mice each night after everyone has gone to sleep - Mummy thinks it's Daddy being forgetful after he feeds them. No - it's me seeing if we can get some of those wild mice to breed with our timid intelligent mice so that we can have a super-smart breed of street mouse. I'll then get the sparrows (who live in Daddy's haunted birdhouse of death) to breed with the super-smart street mice so that they'll become my dark flying minions of doom. (Did I tell you about Daddy's birdhouse made out of hardwood and attached to the solid concrete walls of the house with four huge bolts? Those sparrows aren't going to take that birdhouse anywhere.) Elliot
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