An Engagement

This one is to placate the Canadians.

Last Saturday Buffy touched down in London for what would be a memorable day. She had 24 hours access to a child-free Heather and a date with the Lion King. A day that could possibly not be out-done..... You would think.

However it was out-done... and then some. For the very same moment Buffy was flying into Heathrow, unbeknownst to her, El Capitano was making his way though customs. A fact that she would not find out until 6 hours later when whilst sitting at a table in Roast – an excellent restaurant nestled in the eaves of the Borough Market - he appeared around the corner, lowered to bended knee in front of her and presented her with a the sort of bling that made my eyes bleed and Dave a very unhappy man.

Amazing.

I was lucky enough to play a small role which included getting Buffy into the restaurant and pointing Capitano to the general vicinity. It was, probably the most exciting and special piece of espionage I have ever been involved with. Below are a few pics I managed to grab when they invited me back half an hour later.

Congratulations kids. An excellent match, a wonderful day. Bring on the wedding. Fall 2010 sounds good to me...

i can't even tell you how long it took me to convince Buffy not to wear the hotpants. Some long and involved story about looking fierce in heels and dresses for the theatre was used.

the view

the result?

what you are all actually waiting to see...

buffy re-inacts the momet she saw Captain Fantastic walk around hte corner.  Minus ring of course. What was she thinking? 'I wonder if anyone would notice if I just ate this pot of butter....' Seriously.

so so so pretty. and delicate. and ME dammit.

even closer. Not sure why blogger has stretched this photo. might try to fgure it out lter (when small children are literally not screaming at me)

the contrast makes it less shiny, but SHINY and SPARKLY it is.

buffy does the weight test.

the happiest man in the world.

happy tears....or sinus problems.

yikes. not sure why pic all mashed. kinda scary. will edit later when kids not yelling at me.

buff informs The Daily Mail.

where they sat, from below.

happily ever after.

Revenge of the dot

ok. so here's a few things

• wanna see pics of the place we live. Check this out. Those ten pics pretty much show it all. Except for the MESS. THat was momentarily swept under the rug.
• Marina and the Diamonds could be my phase. After pretty much wearing out Florence and the Machine on my ipod (seriously. THAT much), im suspecting this lady might be next in line. She's had quite a few hits on the radio here and i hear this one on the radio today. I'm not sure if this is acceptable to say, but it had a bit of a F. Apple feel to it. Which in my book, is a pretty awesome thing.

• thats about it really. maybe watch this for an update.
• OH. Buffy got engaged whilst in London! Way to go Nat. You two make me vomit with your awesomness. Full Operation Put A Ring On it. details to com

LOL

Well Ladies and Gents, I have been given the official go ahead to blog-up the news that we Anderwoods are moving back to Adelaide. The boys and I touchdown on June 3, the little lady follows 2 weeks later. A lot has happened in my life these past 5 years in London, im equal parts excited and terrified about moving back. Well, mostly excited, it’s just that those small little bits of terrified seem to scream pretty loudly. I am very looking forward to having friends and family again and being able to do little things like get an hour to cut my hair or even go to the movies. OMG!!


But will be very sad to leave London - for a whole host of reasons, one of which is missing a final London summer. This past week has delivered some sensational weather, sun every day, t-shirts and today a dress! And all weather jokes aside, if there is one thing London does well - it is summer. Whilst the actual sunny days are few, I honestly believe that when the sun is in the sky, oh why oh why, would you want to be anywhere else? London comes alive and it is sensational.

Unfortunately though, not much I am able to do. For even though today couldn’t be sunnier, I am stuck to the house. For dave is stranded somewhere on the west coast of Ireland as volcanic ash empties the London skies. And not looking like moving anytime soon. Today he began his own little Planes, Trains and Automobiles. Drive to the Cork, ferry to Wales (10 hours! Standing room only!), then a train to London or something like that. However perhaps this is penance seeing as the delay meant he had an extra two days in an area that has 3 of the best golf courses in the world within rambling distance. Poor thing.

Oh. And I guess the major headline is that we cut Rocco’s hair. All off. See ya later bouffant. There is some forgotten rationale behind the rash move, but the result was shocking. It is literally like we have a new kid in my house and what the hell did he do to Rocco? It is bizarre the difference simply hair can make. However, a week on, I have come to love it. Although I miss those long, wavy locks – so primed for ruffling – the bruiser boy, unhidden by sweet curls, has been revealed and he is not only stupid cute, but has facial expressions that silence the room.

I may have gone a bit overboard in the photo department. I'm sure there won't be any complaints.

BEFORE:

 

IT BEGINS.....

shauna-lee from sydney. she does all our hair. rocco is rocking a cockfighter top. Well, we WERE on Bermondsey Street. Respect.

THE RESULT:

 i kid, i kid.  But can you imagine?  I wish we had left it like that. If only for a week or so. Anyway:

IT CONTINUES:

 

he's actually really excited here. he does this a lot.

 

obviously that gunk in hair was washed out and it is a pretty bog stadard cut. will post some photos on that other blog soon of it all au natural