Agent Foster-Grant

Hello!
Here are some photos of our place in Sydney. This is our overgrown garden. Things with too many legs live at the bottom of it.

This is the view from the balcony in our bedroom.

This is Jen in the kitchen.

This is our bedroom.

We’re having a very peaceful time out here. Jenny’s still childminding this little baby girl and working in a bar.

Nick has changed jobs. He left the Sunday Telegraph for the Sun-Herald, moving from a trashy Murdoch paper to a slightly more worthy, sandals-wearing, knit-your-own muesli liberal rag. This is where he works.

Luckily, he only has to go in three days a week. For the rest of the week he wanders round the neighbourhood picking up litter, talking to strangers at bus stops and re-arranging the shelves in deparment stores.

Last week an Australian MP had to resign because he sent a joke text message about having sex with goats to another MP. All the news that’s fit to print.

We went to an exhibition on the criminal history of Sydney the other day and learnt all about what a lawless place this was in the 1930s and 40s. The focus of the exhibition was a murder that took place in this house in 1942.

A prostitute and three accomplaces robbed a john and then beat him to death, and dumped his body in the street.

All of them were charged and put away. Imagine our surprise when we saw this shot of the pub where the murderers all met to plan the scheme – it’s where Jenny now works.

The other evening I (nick) was walking to the pub. It was midnight and boiling hot. I was wearing regulation flip-flops and cut off tracksuit bottoms.

Up ahead were some fashionable youths, talking about this and that. Just as I passed them, I felt a burst of wetness under my right heel, as if a large drop of tropical rain had fallen out of the sky and somehow managed to land under my foot.

Not wanting to draw attention to myself in front of the other youths, I kept on walking, squelching on every other step. You see, a fat cockroach had run up onto my flip-flop when I was in mid-stride.

When I got to the pub, I had to wash the yellow roach goo off my foot in the toilet basin.

The other wildlife we see a lot of in Sydney is the mosquito. Here you can see some interesting examples which we’ve had pressed and mounted on our bedroom wall.

Nick’s sister’s been out to visit so we’ve spent the past two weeks mainly on the beach.

No sharks. Only a couple of jelly fish, but she still didn’t get her knees wet.

We’re going to try to put a little bit of news up on this thing every week from now on, rather than leave it ages and then guff on about nothing. Jen’s said she’ll post something next weekend.

Hope you’re all well and looking on the bright side.

The dudes abide… xx