Marriage - the third quarterly report

Shareholders,

It is with pleasure that I report another impressive quarterly performance of H&R Inc despite some long running administrative issues.

Highlights:

• Non-failure of the month long Deutschsprache Kurs
• A fabulous visit from Belinda & Sally which included a whirlwind tour of various German cities and a fabulous bike tour of the Rhine
• The arrival of H&R Incs newest nephew (hello Angus)
• Another fabulous visitor (now if we can only get them NOT to leave)
• A week long "festival of birth" to celebrate R's birthday which included the consumption of the "Howard Park" (props to Roger)

Outlook for the fourth quarter:
With the onset of the cooler weather and impending arrival of the Christmas season, H is hoping to see some snow and is planning a snowball fight at the earliest opportunity.

Shareprice:
The shareprice remains depressed, but steady. The much anticipated bailout package from the ATO has been forthcoming and the shareprice is set to rise in the coming quarter.

The Maiming of the Shrew

Update on an earlier post about the cats and their wicked hunting ways.

I have finally identified the small, mouse-like creatures that the cats have been dragging in. They are Shrews.

As it gets colder, the shrews must be out in greater numbers foraging for food, or that cats have found the mother lode, because for the last couple of weeks, it has been a near daily occurrence - shrews, both disturbingly dead and disturbingly alive, brought into the house. The other day, I was not quick enough to save one, and by the time I had donned rescue gear, Copernicus had killed it, and consumed the front half. Yes, oh so charming. But it gets worse. Obviously shrews aren't high on his list of preferred delicacies, and a few minutes later, as I was cleaning up the discarded back half of the recently deceased shrew and cursing Copernicus' dastardly cat-like ways, I hear the dreaded retching sound of a cat about to vomit - and up it comes - basically whole, the head of the shrew mixed in with some partially masticated dry cat food, ON THE RUG. Most of our house is floorboards and tiles, but he felt it only right and proper that he disgorge himself on the rug.

Damn his eyes.