Saturday, 20 October 2012

NIWA*

* Never Indicating Weather Accurately.

STORMS AND RAIN HITTING THE NORTH ISLAND


FINE SUNNY WEATHER THROUGH THE WEEKEND


COULD BE EITHER

NIWA actually is the acronym (sorry Richard of RBB who hates acronyms) for National Institute of Water and Atmosperic research. Although why they didn't call it NIWAR or NIOWAR I don't know perhaps it was the negative connotation of 'WAR' that put them off. I must ask good friend Geoff who works there.

NIWA is not really responsible for the weather but hey, its good to blame someone.

This Labour Weekend the weather was forecast to be windy, cloudy, rainy and cold.
We woke this morning to clear blue skies, sunshine and still conditions that made the bay like a millpond. Expecting the worse we stayed in bed only to peep out again a couple of hours later to clear blue skies, sunshine and still conditions that made the bay like a millpond.

We breakfasted and went for a long walk around the bays expecting a change at any moment.

No change.

I decided to go kayaking on the water that was still flat and peaceful (quite a change from Friday when there were big waves pounding the shore - unusual for a very sheltered bay) and tootled around for an hour or so, in the warm sunshine.

5PM now and it is still warm and peaceful outside.

Another kayak might be on the cards at sunset.


Friend of ours, Allan, kayaking in the bay a couple of years ago







Sunday, 14 October 2012

TITILLATION

We went to a charity sports dinner on Friday.
The event was for raising money for the charity I have been involved with. This is a really good cause seeking to fund a new oncology centre at the local hospital.

The Old Girl arranged tickets via some friends and we shared a table of 10. We knew two of the guests with the rest being friends and associates of our friends.

It was a nice evening with friendly people.

One of the guests was quite noticeable. she introduced herself as she came to the table saying "Hello, my name is Barbara"

She had rather distinctive features and was not wearing a lot to cover them.




"Look into her eyes, her eyes, her eyes dammit" I said to myself as I mumbled "Hello Boo, er Bra..., um Barbara. Nice to see th.... you".

Barabara sat opposite me through most of the evening, which went on for 4 hours - buffet dinner, speeches, panel interview with sorts legends (Grant Fox, Allan Jones, Sir John Kiwan etc)  and was pretty good.

Its amazing how distracting a flashy cleavage can be. When sitting next to the love of your life it can become downright dangerous. No matter how may times you tell yourself "don't look, don't look" there is a kind of magnetic attraction. I don't even consider myself a 'breast man', preferring to look at a pair of shapely legs if I had to admit to lechery but everytime I looked up from my dinner, back from the stage or  across to the Old Girl there they she was. In all their her glory.

On the way home the Old Girl asked what I thought of Barbara. "Who? I replied.

"Yeah right" she said.

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