Saturday, 19 September 2009

The Milk Boiled over, but not the engine - thank goodness.






















Thomas arrived in the 1939 Chrysler this morning. He had no sooner stepped out, than Spook and I had hopped in the back. His Dad, Vern, took us for a wee hurl round the town. Nothing is changed from it's time of creation. Shows what a dry country this is! We were half way round the town when I remembered I had just put my coffee milk on to boil, so it was less than relaxing when I was urging Vern to show me how fast this baby could go!! (My powers of concentration have not improved)



I bought Spook a pair of stubbies, as I think he has been here long enough to assume The Southern Man look. Just needs to get those white thighs sorted. And when he bends over, he can get his buttocks done too.



The boys have all gone to the Cinema to see 'Up'. It is on in the middle of the day, so there is no harm in sitting in a darkened room over that period of a sunny day. As long as they get out with a ball after lunch. It's Johns birthday, so I've got a cake in the oven.


(Boys walked home but were not interested in ball games in the park as they have set up a flat-sharing situation for the 4 of them on Sims!)


Spook frustrated by the lack of provision for the poo at his work and thinking Christmas will see him having had enough of it. At the 'Lesson's learnt' meeting with the Council, the Irish man who thought the only good thing about the place was Spook, had his head in his hands in despair at his leaving. Pete and Steve also reckon the only thing right about the plant is Spook, so there is some comfort there. Pete will be finishing with the company at the end of September, and Steve is thinking it would be a good idea for him to move on to less smelly pastures too. There wont be anyone left for Spook to worry about, other than our friends who might not like poo spilling over their toilet pans (not that bad, I'm sure.) Once his upper thighs match his lower thighs in colour, he'll be good to go - not that anyone at home will notice, mid-winter.

Having spent 3 out of 4 holidays with The Sinclairs in Nelson, it will now be a bit surreal to be on the other side of the world for the next holiday. Plots will be plotted to not leave it 5 years before our next getogether.

grateful for:

still having 10 days here.

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