From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: In Lieu of a Real Post

Thursday, July 16, 2009

In Lieu of a Real Post

We have been asked where we are, why are we not blogging, well firstly, thanks for asking, Dad, it is nice to be missed. We have been busy working so here is a taster for you

Kristian became a Cub Scout.

We go for a walk out near Cape Nat Lighthouse, it was cold.

Fraser got a great end of term report and brought home this. They all got great reports actually but they didn't all make one of these!

Kristian graduates to a larger bike at last. Now he can really keep up.

Marisa makes the 'headlines' in the local paper and on the school website.

2 comments:

Ganeida said...: Well I knew you were busy working 'cause I caught your comment over at Dishpan Dribble. We all have seasons when life is too busy for blogging. Nice to know fun things are still happening along with all the work.; July 16, 2009 at 9:54 PM
grandadhojo said...: Well done Fraser, Missy and Kristian. And well done all for going out in the cold and wet.; July 17, 2009 at 8:41 PM

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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)