Jason Stringer

Kerry, Anthony and I are now moved in to our cosy new home, albeit with some boxes lingering that still require unpacking. We like the new place, it suits us perfectly. Anthony is having a great time hooning around on our new lino floor, leaving shiny trails of drool like a giant snail.

Our PC sits in the third bedroom, whining like a wounded puppy as it exists without an internet connection for the moment. I am sneaking this blog entry using my father’s internet connection to let you know we are alive and well.

Please think of me as you browse the internet all carefree, while an internet addict is stuck in Western Australia without so much as a couple of foam cups and some string…