This is really STEVE'S first post, but he has asked me to post it for him, so he could spend his last hour or so in Victoria doing something he really loves: spraying killex on the weeds to see if he can win the battle for the lawn. It is, of course, a losing battle, and one I never understand. the weeds are nice and green, and keep the colour in the lawn looking good! ah well.... one last moment of sharing time for him and the weeds. So... this post should be read in the voice of steve (with only minor editorial commentary by Rebecca)
Tickets, tickets, tickets! How could one man get any happier?