Tuesday, March 6, 2012

It's a good thing I don't live in Woolloomooloo

Had a fax today from a minister in Papua New Guinea who is a PNG national who my local church sponsored through ministerial education.

He's now posted in a remote village in the southern highlands, but from time to time we trade letters/faxes about life and what's going on for each of our families.

He and his wife have just had a new baby boy, and they've named him after the town in which I live.

How much sense does the title of this post make? No?

3 comments:

The Accidental Housewife said...

Or you know, Rooty Hill. Or Iron Knob....

I hope you live in Hervey Bay!

Givinya De Elba said...

Or Humpy Bong.

Crazy Sister said...

Albury-Wodonga would be my pick of placename-babynames.

And Woolloomooloo is one of the first place names I learnt to spell, cause my sister enjoyed the rhythm...

double-you double-oh double-ell double-oh EM double-oh ELL double-oh.

See? Fun!