Dreaded Nephew became Non Dreaded Nephew after he had his dreads cut off. He is absolutely my favourite nephew and shall probably called Nephew from here on in. It is irrelevant that I only have one nephew. Did I write that I sent him $500 when he and his Jewish partner seemed a bit broke when they were travelling in South America? I think I did.
No soon had he returned, and he made an effort and due diligence to visit his Nan and she was chuffed to see him, that is my mother.
He was straight back to work as soon as he returned home, as was his partner. I admire him because although he grew up in the swamps of Langwarrin (someone might get that) he is at ease in bogan/chav areas as he is in in hip inner city society. I have wondered about his adaptability which goes as far as working in Gippsland as a fire fighter, and I can only conclude that he is just such a nice person.
He invited people via Face Book to a celebrations for he and his partner's return at some place called The Nash in Richmond. He changed it to smashing some dumplings in China Town and following on at Section 8. There was a time when I thought I might be able to discreetly fit into Section 8. Nah, too trendy and out of my league.