From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: Quietest Time of Year

Monday, September 14, 2009

Quietest Time of Year

Monday 31st August 2009
It was a very quiet day at the café today, the shopping centre was as dead as a Dodo and all the shopkeepers were commenting on it, but we are at the tail end of winter now and back in the UK we always found that that was the quietest time of year.
It was Carolyns turn to help out at Cubs tonight, they are trying to get parents to help out and become a bit more involved in what their kids are doing, unfortunately they neglected to let Carolyn know that it had been cancelled and after waiting for 20 minutes at the Scout hut for someone to turn up, she brought Kristian home again.

2 comments:

Vic said...: I don't think I've ever seen a pack as disorganised as that cub lot!; September 14, 2009 at 4:23 PM
Ganeida said...: That's not good. I'm whinging about the disorganization of Ditz's drama group. I have other things to do ~ as I'm sure you do too.; September 15, 2009 at 3:23 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)