Pooy Hoons Pull out.

Rainy day in the Southern Hemisphere. We were all easily occupied in the morning, but were too late to book into Cinema Paradiso for Madagascar 2. Everyone else had got the idea before us. So booked us in for Sunday - The Sinclairs last day with us. We lit the fire and did a jigsaw. I read the Sunday Herald on-line for the 1st time since we got here. World News is extremely limited and it was a bit of a shock to read the reviews of the year. In a bit of a vacuum here. They talk of money worries here, but there hasn't been quite such a melt down. I do read local stories - like the American who got knocked off his motorbike when riding on the wrong side of the road. The police spokesman said "He's a very lucky man.........his legs are munted!" (didn't sound lucky to me, whatever munted means). And the 77 yr old woman who had her zimmer pulled off her by a bunch of Hoons and she managed to kick their butt. But a bit of a financial melt down and rain probably saved us from the enslaught we could have had. Spook knew from the poo works that the bulk of them left by about 2pm. There was lines of traffic heading out of town all day and hopefully we will be able to cross the road safely tomorrow, and get out of junctions in under 10 minutes.
We went for a walk after a late dinner (Spook at Poo factory until 7pm) and the children needed to burn of some energy now that the rain had stopped. We walked past the yacht club and along the lakeside. The number of 4 wheel drive vehicles launching boats on the water was amazing as everyone who'd been stuck inside all day came out to play. And the Hoons who deliberately drove fast through the big puddle to splash Roddy and Spook were lucky they didn't wet their points and stall, after the day of wet, smelly stuff that Spook had endured.