It's a gorgeous day here. I'm off to play tennis soon.
I wonder if some of the oldies will complain that on Tuesday afternoon we took a bookcase there and left in the shed with about a hundred books? It makes the tennis shed look tidier but on Tuesday morning one member was grumbling that it looked more like a library than a tennis club. I guess that you can't please everyone - just visit Robert's and Richard's blogs for proof of that.
This afternoon will see me (well, hardly) under the house to finish off the digging exercise. The plan is to level out the mounds of dirt and get everything back to normal. If there's time after this I'll have a go at washing the outside of the house.
Looking out the window while typing this (in the lounge) I can see the harbour is like a millpond and ideal for kayaking. It makes me wonder why we want to move to Wellington quite frankly. Oh well ..
8 comments:
You miss the southerly gales
I knew a Gail from Christchurch but don't miss her.
You'll need better jokes when you come to Wellington.
Maybe Rob can train you up?
Robert is a catholic. They don't do jokes.
Not unless you include The Holy Ghost, The Trinity, The Catechism, The Eucharist and .... on second thoughts, they do do jokes.
TC
Do do?
Yes, 'do do' in the context of the comment but, if you like, 'do do' can also mean 'shit'.
Take your pick
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