2005 - The Year of the Bump

2005, the year that Frankie was conceived.
Stu turned 30, got divorced and brewed/tasted plenty of beer.
Fritha painted, travelled to New York and Tokyo, and started growing a baby.
Wendy matured. She can handle being in the same room as running children but still isn't a great fan of visitors arriving.
A few good albums graced, and played endlessly on, our stereo - A Ghost is Born by Wilco (on now, as I write), Pegasus by Phoenix Foundation, B-Sides and Rarities and Abbatoir Blues by NicK Cave and the Bad Seeds... to name a few.
Many a good meal was enjoyed - at home, the Boulcott Street Bistro, Logan Brown, Francois, Salute.
We brought our second piece of art - far more extravagant than our first.

We've just come back from the sea. I swam while Wendy and Fritha frolicked. It's nice to live here. We both love the coast, the sea, the view of the mountains, the fact that the sun is gone early in the afternoon (something everyone else would hate, I guess). We have friendly
neighbours. A great place for a boy, a girl a dog and a baby to live...

2006 will bring us a baby boy and other joys, I'm sure. We'll move down the road and, I think, we'll be in less of a hurry to get wherever it is we think we're going. We're a family now.

From 2005, it's goodbye from him and goodbye from her.