So, it has finally happened; I am officially getting old. This is in no part my fault. It is of course my wife's fault. She had the indecency to turn 30 last week. Also, I suppose I could apportion some blame to my daughter, who turns 2 next week. As ever, the world moves on at pace and I feel myself content to sit by watch it all happen. Forever young is what I say.
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| Jocelyn at the the park |
The weather has been pretty good of late, and we have made some excursions to the park, so Jocelyn can meet the new birds at the aviary (if only she was a boy.....!). We nearly made it to the model railway, but the fact that I had to have a coffee made sure there was no change left....how selfish of me, yet who am I to stand in the way of a strong caffeine addiction?
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Captured and forced to wear All Blacks shirts...
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We also made it down to Wellington to watch the second test of the All Blacks vs the Springboks. A superb game, and indeed superb evening was had. We have also identified the worst curry house in the entire world. It proved my theory of "...its run by Indians, so it can't be too bad..." to be a complete pile of horse-shite. Never before have I had floppy poppadoms, or have I tasted butter chicken so bad. In fact the butter chicken was a tin of Heinz (or Watties, depending on the hemisphere you are in) cream of tomato soup with a few bits of chicken in; this restaurant (term used so very loosely) would win awards for crapness. Of course being totally British, and sober, I did not let them know this at all........
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