From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: Hermit Crabs

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Hermit Crabs

Saturday 4th July 2009
It was fairly quiet at the Café today, we managed to get loads of cleaning done and finished early which was good.
Kristian went round his mates house to play this morning, he had a great time and came back with a Hermit Crab tank and two Hermit Crabs, he is going to look after his mates crabs while they are on holiday.
Marisa and Fraser went to Jungle Bungle to play this morning, they didn’t stay there long though because a large group of rowdy kids came in and spoilt their game.
This afternoon/evening, Carolyn and the kids watched Back to the Future I + II while Ian watched the third of his Alien trilogy in four parts, nobody else will watch them with him.
We then had an early night.

1 comment:

Vic said...: I think I'd much rather watch back to the future than any of the alien films.; July 21, 2009 at 11:06 AM

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And the kids.
And the pets.

Why is Fraser not Anthony anymore????

We get asked this a fair bit from the folks and friends back in the UK, so we explain..... Anthony was supposed to be Fraser but as we drove to hospital (yuk spit) in labour we realised his initials would be FA not great from a football point of view nor another you may think of, so Mr Hojo in his wisdom decided to swap the names around. Mrs Hojo was busy and should have said no, but there you go, she was busy producing offspring in a short staffed, worse than mediocre hospital that leaves people alone for hours on end when they really should be tucked up in a half empty ward, bitter? me? you noticed. Anyhow, Fraser has heard this story a few times, more as we were visiting the relatives one last time before we left the Uk for Oz and piped up that if his Mum wanted me called Fraser them I am.
And that was that.
We started in a new country and all remembered his name, easy as pie.
So now you know.
You know what, he really SHOULD have been called Fraser, it suits. And no one will ever call him Tony, thats a good thing :o)