Mitch and Dad also went down to Perisher Blue for the last of the decent snow. Mitch did well, except for when he disappeared over the side of the mountain. Dad was behind and said he truly thought Mitch was done for. As it turned out, Mitch, after somersaulting for some time, was launched back into the proper skiing position. The man on the chairlift above yelled, "Looked good from up here!!". Mitchell's expression post crash can be seen above.

Mitch and I doing washing up at the Hospital. The staff were on strike so the executives put together a roster. We discovered that people a) don't take their medication b) forget to put their hearing aids back in and c) don't eat speech pathology thickened fluids and mashed food.

A couple of pictures of Bundes. He sees Dad as his master, Mum as his servant, Mitch as his friend, and Matt and I as accessories to his comfort/possible friends.