Drinks at 6.

Upper Clutha started with their usual skill and passion and got broken down eventually by the big boys from Maniototo. Wee Hank threw himself in the path of one and rebounded clean off his feet. But it has to be said, there are also a few small and very fast boys in that team. However, the big guy that was doling out a fly kick and a push here and there away from the ball, was making mothers twitch on the sidelines. Our boys lost, but still enjoyed their game. One game to go against Wakatipu next week and then a 7's tournament after the holidays.

So we did a quick turn around and headed above the clouds for Meg's first look at Cardrona ski field and Finns 2nd as he managed the last afternoon of the season last October. John came with us and skied with Finn, while Meg and I fought our way through the afternoon. She had had very little sleep at her friends the night before and it was making snow go down her gloves, her clothes make her sweat too much, bits jag into her side from her ski suit, and caused the Polma lift to keep tossing her off. We worked through it, but preferred to do the last run alone, to cool off!! Then it was back into the mist which had claimed the whole valley by now and kept Wanaka in it's grey cloak all day.

Big rush back to make it for pre show drinks at Steve and Shannons. Meg and Finn stayed at their house while we were out, and Spook did manage to laugh at a few jokes, though Comedians are not his 'thing'. It was very kind of Shannon to invite us and if it seemed inappropriate to chat about toilet cleaning and poo amongst Interior Designers, ex-models (Spooks favourite lady of the evening and the one he empathised with most!!) and Established Otago Landowners, then that was no loss, really. I thought the Rhys Darby was funny and very likeable. Shannon felt a moment of nostalgia as we had met at a similar 'do' last year, when we were the charity waitresses. It was quite nice to be sitting at the table this time.