Bit of a dilemma tonight. Playing tennis with the bosses. Being Australian sledging is second nature, but the nature of it certainly has to change if the guy you sledge can hire and fire you. If the response to one of my particularly witty put downs is "don't bother coming in tomorrow" I will not only lose my job but probably the tennis game too.

In other thoughts: one of the things about HK is everything starts late and finishes late. This tends to mean that during the week I am lucky if I get to see PB at all, and usually just manage 10 minutes for a story with JC. On the flipside I do get to see them for half an hour each morning. One of the great things about this is I am the one who delivers each of my girls their morning milk, plus some toys and books in their bed/cot. That smile first thing in the morning puts me in a good mood regardless of what the rest of the world has in store for me that day.

Mrs. M has got the jump on me - she's been to gym a few times this week, did a kickboxing class today and went to a bridge class yesterday. It just re-inforces that she is stronger and smarter than me. Yes, better looking too. PB had gymbaroo which she loves and she's walking well now. She still does her bum-shuffle if she's in a hurry but full time walking is only a few days away. JC is loving school again. She's discovered Finding Nemo as her favourite movie, thankfully replacing Monsters Inc. Fish and sharks are her new animals of the week. It all seems miles away from the Sept 11 melancholy that will hit tomorrow.