From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: Those were the days

Monday, March 5, 2012

Those were the days

Back in the day, when we were fancy and enjoyed our personal plates..... which sadly we couldn't bring here with us, don't know why, they would look great on the wall.

I think it is worth a mention, Mr Hojo still wears shorts in British wintertime.

3 comments:

Ganeida said...: Mr Hojo is insane ~ just quietly, between the 2 of us! ;P I've experienced one of your winters. They are not to be sneezed at & definitely not short wearing weather!!!!; March 5, 2012 at 9:31 PM
Jennifer said...: You should warn us before showing flesh like that! I could have been eating!... ;) *grin*; March 7, 2012 at 7:41 PM
The HoJo's said...: Hee hee, last weekend was the first time Kristian turned tail and put long trousers on. Still had sandals on his bare feet though :o); March 8, 2012 at 8:17 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)