Sooooooooooo, it's 11.20pm Saturday night and it's too late to post any pictures. I am sitting up in bed with Meg, eating some iced ginger cake that she brought home from work. She finished early and I picked her up on my way to collect Finn from Sam's house. I left Spook cooking his first ever risotto. But I had to phone him to come and pick us up as I had drunk 2 glasses of bubbly. He couldn't come until the risotto was cooked, by which time he had a very sore wrist and I had had 3 glasses of bubbly. WE then had barbequed steak and chicken and I had to walk home with Meg and put the risotto in the fridge. I'm kindof hoping that it will have that 2nd day lasagne taste. The menfolk refused to come home. Finn is staying the night and Spook has promised to come home after the All Black/Wallaby game is over. He looks very comfy with a bottle of Speights in his hand and I figure he will make it home providing he leaves the Pinot Noir alone. He has the phone number of Sarah in his pocket. We met her at the Indian night and she and her husband have bought the campsite in Hawea. So when he camps there he will be able to have dinner at their house and she has arranged farm work for him to earn his keep when he is on his 4 days off. I did hear Lizzie saying he could stay at their farm too. This is getting far to comfy.
grateful for:
spontaneous nights out - oh, I said that last night too.
Meg and Finn wanting to stay out and party as much as we did - very harmonious.
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