Rust is surviving his probation. They boys are getting used to each other and last night slept together in the one pound with no problem. We have kept them locked up more than usual as we really want to keep an eye on Rust but take them round the paddocks twice a day. It was always good to see Inca and Ben running around like lunatics but seeing the 3 of them together is even better. Ben is happy to charge around for awhile but gives up very soon and leaves it to Inca and Rust to entertain us while he skulks back to his hole! Eric was very concerned that Rust was lying ourside in the wet while the black dogs were in the kennel so he moved him back to his own pound. Stupid dog laid out in the rain there too so it is obviously his choice and not that Ben won't let him in!
The weekend. Well as many of you are aware we postpone our Xmas dinner until winter when we can enjoy a proper roast meal without melting in the heat of mid-summer (I wish!) and have the fire going so it feels a bit like Xmas. This year it was J and K's turn to host the event. Last year their house was undergoing seriously major upheaval and we looked forward to the time it would all be finished. We went up on Friday and with Bridget here we left the dogs with her to guard and protect her (don't laugh). Remember Carol when Inca lept up barking at his own reflection when we were away and had you scared witless at the thought of some stinky M---- pacing around outside ready to rape and pillage!? Anyway we had a rachette (spelt wrong I know but when we refer to it as a 'rat shit' it is very hard to remember the proper name!- hot plate on the table on which you fried meat and small metal pltes underneath on which you melt cheese) for dinner having settled the 4 girls down to pizzas in front of the video. It was very nice. We then watched a brilliant rugby match, Pacific Islands v. All Blacks. Although our boys won the PI's were ahead for some of the first half and it was a very exciting physical game. Quite a few of our local boys are in the AB team now which is great to see. This w/e it is AB v. the Wallabies (without George Regan unfortunately). I reckon the AB's will win again.
Anyway the w/e. On saturday we went here:
Port Waikato.
The girls just climbed on rocks, which are in the middle of the picture but you cannot see, so we adults were able to walk a good distance at a good pace. The only problem was after an hour of this Eric spent the next few days a near cripple!! Poor guy, his leg bothers him more this last 6 months than it has done for awhile. I never actually realised how many pain killers he took until recently. Not all the time you understand but when he is in pain he does go through quite a lot. Bella had our undivided attention as Jazz was away and I'm sure she ran 12 - 15 km all in.
We then drove back to J and K's to prepare duck in honey sauce, roast pots and a million and one other veggies. We had Christmas pudding, Truffle Torte and cheese and biscuits. It was when the cream was being used that the trouble started. It began like this:
and got worse! Personally I think aerosol cream has a lot to answer for! The evening drifted on lazily. I must have had too much too drink because I can't remember how we passed the evening. Maybe the rugby was on Saturday!!
Sunday was spent as proper Sundays should be, a lie-in reading with lots of tea, up to prepare a seriously large breakfast for which neighbours Ian and Judy joined us, and lots of chat. What made it perfect was that it was gloriously warm and we could sit on the deck enjoying this view.
What did you look at when you ate your Sunday breakfast?
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