The Old Girl's home, I picked her up from the airport at midday.
The house seems to have passed muster except for my standard of dusting which is quite different to hers and the fact that the dishwasher was dirty. The dishwasher was dirty! WTF? Don't these things clean themselves?
It's indoors today as the weather is a bit crappy. She's complaining that she's cold and that it was warmer in Christchurch. Weird.
Talking of weird those other bloggers are trying to outdo each other with silly and inconsequential posts. Richard went on about a trip to Paraparaumu which is a big outing for a chap of his years but, blow me down. halfway through writing about this planned expedition he decided that he wasn't going. This was about as exciting as ... well, about as exciting as something that isn't very exciting.
Over on Robert's blog it's looking like he's finally flipped his lid. In the best Walter Mitty tradition he thinks that he's been on holiday to Canada and Nepal and probably thinks that these two countries share a common border. Sheesh!
I'm not going anywhere. I'm cooking Italian lemon chicken with Hasselbach potatoes for dinner and have pre-prepared the dish. Later this afternoon we'll share the bottle of Louis Roederer Champagne I put in the fridge and maybe have a couple of games of pool before dinner. Well, it beats fantasising about travel. At least Robert's fantasy trip involved some OE.
8 comments:
Welcome back Lynn. Wait until you see the outside deck!
Hey! Sshh.
That old gal reminds me of dad, Tent Horn Snr, he was in the army and he would inspect our rooms and boy they had better be ship shape or else.
Best that he doesn't look in your study then. The state of that shelving unit might send the old boy off.
Look, I'm not one to judge, you know me but ... this looks like some kind of attempt to solicit comments on your so far, almost uncommented-on posts.
Off where?
I think the old boy is off.
Well, he is getting a bit past it.
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