You kept the things I sent you.The lengths I went to.

This is my favourite fence, on a property between Moyston and Ararat. I like its attitude.

My younger brother Luke has arrived home for Christmas break, back from working on a mine in Western Australia. The shortage of workers over there is dire, and the amount of money to be made boggles the mind. On the oil rigs, you can clear three grand a week. Clear. The mine that Luke's at is pretty swish. Free food, accommodation, heaps of leisure activities available, like a gym, tennis courts, indoor cricket, pool tables... Makes you think, eh.

On Friday our family is heading over to Millicent on the Limestone Coast in South Australia. Some shearer bloke Dad knows lives there, and is going somewhere else over Chrissy, so we're going to be house sitting his joint. Should be good, nice and close to the coast, pretty rural, full of bogans. I'm aiming to spend a fair bit of time with my new speargun, getting my eye in, working on the breath hold, and making sure the modifications on my RIG are all adjusted correctly and working OK. Also, there is quite a bit of crayfishing to be done in the area, and Dad knows some drongo with a boat who's gonna take us out. Rock, rock on.

So that's the 411. Not terribly exciting, I'm tired.

"The greatest pleasure is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters." - Genghis Khan.