We've been living a lovely quiet wee life here at the top of the street. We ventured down to the shore mid afternoon and found the beautiful people had arrived. Lot's of babes in bikinis and dudes on jet skis, and driving big V8 engine cars - throbbing music, and the lake alive with every kind of boat. I'm not quite sure when they arrived. It was all peaceful down there on Christmas day. There have been Hoons (Kiwi N.E.D.S) revving up big engines late at night, and the odd late night reveller passing by, but this felt like we had been transported to the Med. Health and Safety does not seem to feature. It was pretty scary to see the traffic on the water criss-crossing and the jet skis coming too close to shore.
And the party animals seem to be all around our quiet glade. I think we will have to batton down the hatches and wait til it all passes. Feeling very middle-aged, but needing to combat it. Have sorted through some music and have found a Strip The Willow and a Canadian Barn Dance and will clear the room on Hogmany (or Mahogany, as BJ calls it). I'll need to get the whisky in. I think we could beat them at their own game yet.
Tomorrow Spook and I are going to take the opportunity of having The Sinclairs here, and do a bike race together at Bannockburn. As usual, shockingly untrained, but may as well give it a shot.
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