Uncle sleepwalks

A $397 parking fine has not dulled the excitement of becoming an uncle for first time this week!  Young Conor Donegan was born on the morning of April 29 in Barcelona to my brother and his wife.  A surprise phone call, that I debated answering (number blocked, me half asleep coming home from work on the train) that had the greeting "Hello Uncle!" from my exhausted brother set a smile on my face for the remainder of the week.   Some photos came through on Friday - I've added them to my album link on the right :-)    Only 25 days to go before I see him in person - any doubts about excitement for the journey are swept away!

So the $397 fine....   A few weeks ago (in the space of one week) I received TWO fines for the first ime in my life.  One was for failing to produce my weekly train ticket for the jobsworthy ticket inspectors (as per a previous post) that I managed to have retracted, as I could prove that I did actually have a ticket (left it at home) with a faxed photocopy.   The other was for parking in a disable parking spot at Rose Bay.   Now let me tell you - I would NEVER knowingly park in a disabled parking space - and the fact that I did highlights the inadequate signage placed in the car park.  Not to mention the ground covered in dead leaves and twigs from the massive trees on either side of the space.  If I was disabled I certainly wouldn't want to park there as the space is so squashed you could hardly clamber out of the car, never mind dealing with mobility issues. 

And everything else is getting so bloody expensive lately!  My strata fees up 33% for the next year because the building needs painting, credit card interest fees, water bills, petrol, food blah blah blah.  I'm starting to have my own credit crisis.  The credit card has been removed from the wallet...

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Last night, after coming home from the pub with Jason fairly hammered, I had another one of my sleepwalking events.  The first time - a few years back - I managed to tip a glass of cordial on top of my laptop and get back to bed without thinking about it until the memory returned the next morning (needless to say the computer was fried, but I luckily (a) didn't start a fire, and (b) rescued the hard drive).   This time I woke up this morning, walked into the living room and saw a coverless cushion on the couch.  On the floor by the kitchen was the cover.  What the...? Then it came back to me that I remembered waking up (sort of) on the couch and going back to bed (this was after we had gone to bed in the first place - about 1am).   I have no memory of cushion derobing so that must have happened before.   What the hell is that about?    A bit scary :-(