My family are like the wheels for my car. Sometimes they go flat and I wish I had a spare... Nah, nah, I mean I struggle to leave home without 'em.

       Robyn, she's my wife. My numba one chicky babe. If you're gunna choose a wife you'd better make her a goodie. I got lucky. Here's another picture of her on her kayak in the sunken forest at Blue Rock. Rob fixes people who are sick with herbs and natural medicines and Reiki. She can sew and cook sing like a bird. I love her to bits.

       Jen is my eldest daughter. Here's a pic of Jen and a good silly one here.

       Belle is about as free spirited as they come. She's going great guns on her last couple of years at school. You can see her with the monster rock cod she caught in WA here and with one of her little mates here. She made me a grandad in 2008 when Jack was bornded.

       Bryce is the other man in the house. Mostly his friends call him Beej from BJ. He loves play fighting, farting and fart jokes, mum's risella (which is a cross between paella and risotto) and our dogs. Here you can see him getting industrial and here he is in his natural habitat.

We have two dogs, Indiana and Jay. Jay's a poodle and Indi is a jack russel foxy cross who loves running rabbits down. They lay on my feet while I'm writing and keep them warm. Here's another pic of me and the boys.

Yeah, I'm well loved. They spoil me senseless. I get cranky as hell sometimes. We all do. Then we get over it. That's what famblie is all about.