From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: Poorly, Grumpy Kids

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Poorly, Grumpy Kids

Saturday 1st August 2009
Fraser and Kristian were both in a bad way this morning, Marisa, not one to be left out has decided that she is also a bit droopy today, so Carolyn had to stay home with them and they spent all day watching films.
The café was very quiet today, Ian managed to get cleared up early which was a bonus, after all if it had been busy and Ian had finished late he wouldn’t have had as much time to spend with his poorly, grumpy kids.

3 comments:

Vic said...: What's the lesser of two evils? the cafe or the poorly, grumpy kids?; August 11, 2009 at 3:14 PM
Ganeida said...: Lucky you getting to stay home with poorly grumpy kids! :P I have one of those at the moment too. It sucks.; August 11, 2009 at 8:15 PM
The HoJo's said...: I would rather be home with the kidlets (mostly) any day :o)

Soon mended this time fortunately.

xc; August 12, 2009 at 12:51 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)