The haps with the craps.
On Sunday, which was my birthday, I was in some little shop in Newtown listening to the music overhead, and some boppy little number from some bygone era was playing. As the track was ending (I have no idea who the track was by) I started singing "She's not a girl who misses much. doo doo doo doo doo doo oh yeah" which was odd as it had nothing to do with the song and I haven't been listening to the Beatles or anything lately. 10 seconds later the next track starts, and there it is:
"She's not a girl who misses much, doo doo doo doo doo doo oh yeah"
How freaky is that? I somehow anticipated the next random song. Kat was less than impressed.
The next night Kat and I had dinner at La Guillotine. For our entrees we had a few different breads, mussels cooked in some creamy sauce and escargot cooked in garlic butter. Then as a main Kat had some lamb cutlets while I had a beef steak cooked with tarragon and shallots. Yum yum bubble gum.
On the next day (Tuesday the 30th) Kat and I were at the Japanese Gardens in Auburn practising taking pictures with my digital SLR (I bought it a few weeks ago) when we received a phone call from my sister Liz saying that Emma had given birth! I am now an uncle to baby Zakaria, and he has flared nostrils like a true Ajaj. Even though he's not actually an Ajaj.
The next day was our Eid and I was severely sleep deprived and got all light headed and fatigued and weakened. I've become a bit of a wuss these days.
Anyway, babies are cool.


