Srub and Scrum

Meg went back to the doctor and was allowed back to school, despite having her first slight temperature since the start of the infection.

Spook and I went back to the scene of yesterdays bush whipping. These photos are the wrong way around as he points to the innocuous looking hillside which has scarred his butt. He said that he had thought it was innocuous too, until he tried to cut through the paler green bit. It was very high fern - like bracken - and full of hidden briars. We had intended to go to the top of the hill, but he got a call from work to go clean a poo tank, as a matter of urgency.

Finn had his 1st introduction to Rugby training today. He was supposed to be in the under 11's as he lacks experience, which might save him from getting a beating. At the last minute, he was drawn into the next age group and now finds himself as part of the scrum, in a group of little experts. He got into all sorts of hands on predicaments that were new to him, but said it was fun. He is having major testosterone surges - or pestosterone, as his Dad calls it, as he pounces on his father and wrestles him at every single opportunity from dawn til dusk. A bit like the Pink Panther and his Chinese counterpart, but much, much worse. He does a lot of thumping of his chest as befits his new status as a MAN. Yet this morning he insists I cut his toast in half, even though it is a very small and managable piece of bread, because his little boy teeth can't break through the nasty crust!! Rugby starts officially in 2 weeks - thank goodness.

Meg is over at Vicky's for dinner and that's the schools on holiday for 2 weeks now. Spooks back to work for 4 days. (he didn't clean out any tanks in the end as it's there is too much poo around, now that people are starting to pour back into Wanaka for Easter).