Brisbane was (briefly) delightful. Such gorgeous weather being had up there. Shame about the fires.

Shame about the election too. It kinda makes me want to take the temperature of the majority of the voting public. I mean... did I miss something? I'm a conservative voter, but I still think it's time Labor had a go. And the idea of Family First holding the balance of power in anything but a sandpit is, frankly, fucking scary.

Enough of that.

All my siblings are now married, Si being the last to fall (and some had speculated he never would). But his new Irish wife is a delight, and the party was good. Anfy managed well, despite being surrounded but the whole mad bunch of the Evanses. We're an odd mob, as evidenced, I suppose, by my father making his speech while wearing the very fetching hat of his daughter-in-law. (It did suit him, though. Matched his tie.)

The bird's still out there.