From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: A lot of logs

Friday, June 13, 2008

A lot of logs

The shed where the bikes live! (just for Little Nut)

A Log pile!

Another log pile!

I could put more pictures of logs up, but that may be considered obsessive...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: Well, it is a bLOG so I suppose its allowed.; June 13, 2008 at 7:26 PM
Little Nut Tree said...: lol -just for me - I liked that :)

sorry to hear about your mum - lots of blog hugs (blugs) coming your way x

I am taking a brief brake - not really in the mood for blogging and I'd rather not write than write shite... or poems....

:) x; June 17, 2008 at 9:35 PM
The HoJo's said...: I know you don't drive but taking someones brake could be dangerous ;o)

at least you won't be writing sh*te poems then??

xc; June 18, 2008 at 1:16 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)