Friday, 25 July 2014

I'm coming back.

Promise. Just working up to it. Not that anyone's listening anymore...

In the meantime, I give you Boo, in all her middle-aged glory:


Friday, 8 November 2013

Herman

Sitting on our kitchen bench right now, hidden in a bowl, under a teatowel, is Herman the German...


He was a gift from a friend of mine, and actually looks like this:


In a week or two, with some tender loving care, some regular attention and lots of stirring, he will be ready to turn into Herman the German Friendship Cake. ..and also ready for me to pass on to someone else.

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

My Friend Lid


Some children play with their toys, give them names and pretend they are real. Others have imaginary friends - wolves, monkeys, elephants.

My son has Lid. Lid is a plastic milk bottle top. 


Seriously, is that normal?

He says things like...

"I have two friends - Matthew, and my friend Lid".

"I am watching the dvd with my friend Lid"

"Have you met my friend Lid?"

"Mama! Say hello to my friend Lid!!"

Monday, 28 October 2013

Potatoes are the most exciting thing that has happened lately...

Things are a bit dull around here.

But today while weeding the bank around the back of the house, I discovered a treasure trove of spuds.



Honestly, that is the most exciting thing that has happened for a while!

Sunday, 29 September 2013

Horse riding in the city


Friday was a good day. I did surgery on a hermaphrodite dog (so exciting), then on my way home I stopped the car to chat to a guy with a horse. He's a bit famous here in Christchurch - he showed up in the last 12 months, leading his horse around town, letting it graze in Latimer square, and generally just hanging.


So I stopped to say hi, and to meet his horse - a lovely bay mare. After a bit of a chat, he asked if I wanted a ride, gave me a leg up and off I went. The weird part was we were in the forecourt of the Shell petrol station on Moorhouse Ave. Made my week.

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

A few more city pics

When in town the other day, I took a few photos around Matt's old work...





The sound of demolition (grunch, grind, groan, hammer hammer hammer) still dominates. In amongst all the rubble and mess was the site of the PGG building where 18 people died - now a freshly mown lawn:


I think that's pretty nice. I hope they keep it like that.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Squashed flies


I made a 'fly cemetery' slice last week - I used to call these squashed fly biscuits. Dried fruit and apples sandwiched between two layers of shortbread.


The good-looking boys from Student Job Search who were labouring in a friend's garden particularly enjoyed them.