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Last night’s Spanish Grand Prix wasn’t a particularly exciting race.

But check this out:

Picture says it all.

Four podiums in his first four races (never done before). Now the youngest driver ever to lead the world championship, a record previous held by Bruce McLaren, founder of the team he’s driving for.

1. We had a very rapid and catastrophic mechanical failure of the flick mixer in the kitchen. One of the braided steel hoses under the sink let go big time. Lots of water everywhere. Called the plumber and he came out pretty quickly and replaced it. Haven’t seen the bill yet.
2. I got a very arrogant and smug cold call from Telstra trying to win my home phone business back. Calling me Drew wasn’t a good start. When I declined to discuss my ongoing phone use he followed very aggressively with the demand of “Look, champ, just tell me what sort of calls you’re making“. I very politely indicated that he shouldn’t call me either Drew or champ and gently informed him the call was over. I really was polite and gentle. Promise.
3. Lisa bought a bag of chocolate eclairs for the trip to Melbourne today. One of them decided some dental work was in order and took out the side of a tooth. I wondered why my mouth felt crunchy all of a sudden. I told Lisa I thought there was a stone in the toffee, but it wasn’t; it was just half a tooth. Guess I’ll call the dentist tomorrow.
4. Went into town to get Lisa some ventolin yesterday. I went to a different chemist to the one we normally visit because I happened to be at that end of the street. They have no history of Lisa buying any preventer because she always shops at the other chemist so the pharmacist told me how it’s a chemist and not a supermarket and we can’t just buy Ventolin whenever we feel like it and Lisa has to go in and see them next time and she has to take asthma very seriously and if you just use ventolin without a preventer you risk long term problems and so on. I got bored with the conversation lecture after about 1.8 seconds so I spent the rest of the lecture with my very best “yes, fine, but you know I’ll never shop here again so why bother going on” look, but it didn’t seem to be working.

How much do you not want to hear this:

I’m really sorry Mum and Dad it was an accident we were playing horses and I was supposed to be the horse that didn’t want to be ridden and I was supposed to buck gently but I didn’t and I accidently hit Caitlyn and I’m sorry Caitlyn got a blood nose.

This is an excellent idea.

Even in medieval times tech support was difficult.

Apparently I embarassed Lisa today. We went to Ballarat together for a few pregnancy related appointments and I had Lisa glowing red at both of them.

First stop was the obstetrician. I embarassed Lisa here because the obstetrician and midwife were asking about the previous birth experience with Adelaide, and I suggested that the obstetrician for Adelaide’s birth was “a jerk” and ”a horrid little man“. His handling of Lisa (particularly considering her PKD) was dreadful. For the record the obstetrician this time round is excellent. He’s very attentive; a true professional. Unlike Lisa’s loud-mouth husband, apparently.

Second stop was the hospital. St John of God. Nice quiet catholic hospital. We went to the maternity ward so Lisa could get her anti-D shot. She was a little flustered when telling the ward nurse what she was there for, so I interrupted and said “we’re looking for the jab-in-the-ass department“. Somehow it’s embarassing to say that in a catholic hospital. No idea why. The ward nurse knew exactly what I meant, and it was all sorted. For some reason I was asked to wait outside though. Not quite sure what that was about.