Today is the first day that I have felt even half normal since getting home. Thanks to everyone involved, I was shell shocked and knackered but enjoyed being 'Yo' Bitch fo da weeken'. I do feel that an apology is in order to MTM though. If your reading this, I'm sorry if Stan and I hijacked your evening on the Wednesday night mate. Piggy is wonderful and we enjoyed your company sooo much we just couldn't let you slip off! You even looked as though you enjoyed it, in which case, I'm not sorry at all so skip the apology bit, but Piggy is still wonderful. The beer there is good too, only the kebab afterwards didn't do it justice. Sorry had to have one before I left.
A good flight from LHR to Tokyo with a whole centre isle to myself. I stretched out and did get some sleep, the cabin crew were going to leave me to sleep through dinner but a whiff and I was sat up ready for grub. That was about an hour into the flight, needless to say despite occassional nods, I didn't get back to sleep. The films were the same as the ones on the way there, so no relief from that quarter. I was too tired to read and my eyes ached so just me and the long haul. A three hour stopover in the transit lounge and off again on the home leg. I couldn't believe my luck, it seemed as if I was going to have the three seats by the window on which to stretch out my abused body. Just as the doors were being shut, two giggling Japanese girls sat beside me! I had the last laugh as the chap infront had the same idea of stretching out and as the cabin crew shut up dived into the row infront with a glance around to make sure that he was ok. Two more Japanese came looking for their seats and he had to sheepishly relinquish his prize. I tried not to smirk but it was hard! The flight was uneventful and I nodded a couple of times waking myself up each time I did it.
Coming through passport control was a breeze only about fifteen of us were NZ passport holders or held residence certificates. Great, through in a trice only to be held up waiting for the luggage to come through. Last as it happens. Alice was there to greet me and M was on her mobile to Cx who had forgotten her vanity case. I ask you, can you imagine Cx without lippy and hair straighteners? Harri couldn't come as her back was so painful. Carol was cooking my breakfast so I'll let her off. Besides, that would have been too much. Her meeting me at Heathrow and then at Auckland. My mind was numb anyway!
Yesterday we had the sheep shorn and I was left pooped. Today, it was back to work as per usual. It was a bit like a long dream. I felt myself starting to nod at one point and had to pull over and drink in the sunshine. How long can I make that excuse last? Not too bad a morning though, a couple of stray dogs that I managed to reunite with owners. A property inspection out in the wop wops, and delivery of my pig bin to the orchard. The owners then quizzed me as to how many pigs I had and then asked if I would take over the disposal of the big bins ( 200 Ltr drums) of veg waste. You bet! Tonight the pigs dined on stawberries and could have had the last of the colostrum which I suppose is as near as pigs will ever get to strawberries and cream. Cx cooked a mexican for us. Where she dragged him from I don't know but he spat too much and smoked terribly! It was very good in truth and M and I appreciated not having to cook for once.
M is pooped and I'm sunburnt from sitting on the deck with Cx after work putting the world to rights. Time for bed and hopefully tomorrow, I can put an entry on the Forum. Note for Richard, THE FORUM, not the afore mentioned magazine Forum! Night night and sleep well all. I'll bore you all again soon. Cheers Eric
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