Today is Friday and I’ve finished my first week back at work. I’m getting my social media on and doing the Podcast, the YouTube Vlog and posting some pics. It’s all in a weeks work.

Continuing briefly about the car saga it’s just I ask myself, why do they listen to the man? Then a brief detour about a sure fire method of making a Crumbed Veal piece` de la resistance. Bravo!

Started work now. My proud hubby & son all nonchalant. My car is now in the shop but their communication is little to be desired. Reminds me of the effects of social media feedback. Thinking about it.

It’s after midnight, Monday and I can’t sleep. It’s my first day back at work after 8 months hiatus. Random thoughts going through my head. Like what’s the next big thing?

Whilst having breakfast at a little cafe in Brisbane called Open Book Cafe on Amelia Avenue in Arana Hills & I detail the last 24 hours of the reasons of why I’ve had such a bad 24 hours and it has everything to do with cars.

The episode with our encounter in New York at the store of Phoebe Cates and his obsession.

So tonight’s as good a time as any to introduce you to a final quarter of the Swans & AFL tonight. Who says anything about Geelong. Plus I try to commentate and tell some stories.

Today was super cray cray. Caught up with my good mate a Hayls and talked about everything and anything. Times are changing and that’s a good thing. I’m just sayin is all...

So last night I had a moment with my son. For the first time with sang together to an Ed Sheeran song but not in a traditional sense. More like a rap without words, a jazz improv. Him on guitar and me on harmony. I was epic & very cool. It makes me proud to know that gaming isn’t his existence but just a place for a time out, for fun times. There’s more to life for him and that’s ok.

So today I got my employment contract offer and it’s all feeling a bit real. The contract reminded me of the dastardly Real Estate of whom we are negotiating our lease to finalise the cafe and it’s costs. Problem is though, I’m finding myself doing their job. What’s the point of having a commercial property manager who represents his client who doesn’t seem to know what’s what?