Finn's rugby match against Maniototo had a final score of 84 -10. The boys did great to keep up their spirits and to score anything against these big (and at least 5 of them must have been 13) lads from the wilds of Central Otago, was something to be proud of. Finn got his first hold of the ball, which was brave of him, as we did think that if it had landed in his hands by mistake, he would be wise to throw it away imediately. He got bowled over pretty quick, but was chuffed with his game.
It was warm in the sunshine when it eventually showed itself, and Meg, Smithy, Finn and John spent the aftenoon at the hot pools up the road. Spook and I enjoyed the peace and quiet. Spook is still a little bit crook. I suspect he has consumed something unpleasant at work. It couldn't have been my cooking.
He was well enough to go out for dinner though and we had a very pleasant evening. Meg elected not to go when she discovered she had to WALK the 10mins up the road. We felt bad abandoning her alone in a house without a fire (I couldn't quite handle the thought of her loading up the fire) and came home about 9pm to find her with feet up on the oil heater chatting to Amy in Scotland. Clearly had not suffered in any way.
It is Mothers Day here tomorrow, so I will be hoping for breakfast in bed, even if I have to say there until mid-day to get it. The Southerlies brought big hailstones tonight (though we came home in cool moonlight), and are expected to bring wind and rain tomorrow, so the streets will be empty. I should have the right to a movie of my choice from the video store and a clear conscience throughout the day. No motherly guilt will be the best gift.
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