The Awards

I mentioned last week that my little blog had received a Liebster award, given to blogs with fewer than 300 followers.  I have discovered that one of the responsibilities of the recipients of this small but perfectly formed award is to pass it on to another five deserving bloggers.

So here's my list. (in no particular order) with my reasons for awarding it.

The Curmudgeon. For maintaining a high frequency of posts and an above average grouchiness, and for taking over Richard [of RBB]'s duties while he was away.  And failing.

Richards Bass Bag. For services to the blogging community and also for demonstrating a particlular weirdness over and above the call of duty.  Also for giving us all a break for this week.

Tired Dad.  I think this is one of the funniest and most cynical blogs out there.  Well done.

Man of Errors.  Erudite, mostly enthusiastic, with just a hint of post-modernist angst.  Eleanor was the vital element of soppiness.

Crivens, Jings and Help Ma Blog.  Sometimes a little long winded, but well written, with great information on the Lothian coast and spoiled cats.


Well done people.

The duties as a recipient are to display the logo (see my front page for an exemplar)
Create a back link to the person giving the award
Pick five more possible recipients and pass it on.

Char

Char is the name given in the British Army for Tea.  I do not refer to sitting around a table laden with delicate sandwiches and fairy cakes, but the liquid itself.

Shooting

I've just picked up some books from the library.  One is a book I've had on reserve for some weeks, but more on that later.

The actual book I picked up, almost by mistake is "Previous Convictions"by A.A. Gill.

Sunny, Warm and Quiet.

View from our front deck

Lovely day in Silverstream.

Strong sunshine has raised the temperature to about 20°C, and the hills to our South East are glorious.

View from our back deck

Just finished cleaning the barbie and putting it away for the winter that is fast approaching.

Bit of weeding amongst the final year's growth.

Garden is pretty lush at the back of our house



Needs a lot of weeding and some Blood & Bone (Traditional Kiwi fertilizer)

As a final touch, I've de-rusted some metal angels a friend gave us 5 years ago, and re-painted them. I've also painted their feet to look like Hunter's Wellies

Painted Metal Angels (almost a good name for a pop group)

Ahhh.  The tranquility of the holidays.

No kids.

No staff.

No trouble.

Would you bastards viewers please leave some sort of comment.

This uncertainty is driving me bonkers.

I really want to know why everyone and his dog is checking out my posts.

I suffer from incurable curiosity.

It's part of my basic makeup.

Like all scientists I want to know why?

Why don't they fall out?

What keeps them in?

Why do I keep looking?

The Best of Times

Two weeks off.

Lazy Sunday

Lazy to a very high value of Lazy

Got up early.

No school tomorrow

Large lunch planned in a new Cambodian restaurant in Petone.

Checked email, contributed to blog comments.

Going back to bed.

*Sigh of blissful contentment*

And just for Basket Maker (who's got a job as a Hobbit in Sir Peter's new film, and tries so hard to bring forth the thespians among our Nuova Lazio kids)

Melbourne beckons

I was wrong.

50000 and a Pantie Pervert.

I didn't expect it so quickly, but my blog hit 50,000 views last night.  The hits are coming mainly from the UK and USA, and I've given up trying to figure out why the sudden explosion of interest occurred in January and has continued ever since.

Oh well.  C'est la Vie.

Two More Days

The final stretch is in sight.

Numbers

Some numbers have significance.

Some numbers have more significance than others.

Mass Murder in Silverstream

Oops.  Maybe we should have measured a bit more carefully.

"But I didn't know it was loaded."

Shorts and the Dangers of Dental Hygiene

Note the extra ventilation option. Very cooling in the summer heat.

I have a pair of shorts I am quite attached to.  I got them many eons years ago when I was in the Army (British) and they served me well through many trials and tribulations.

I'm so lucky

The Award Presenter

(Not Ali X,but Scarlett J)

I won an award.

Mufti Day 3 and the Green Tube

One of our younger lady teachers practicing for the Lip Sync contest

Last of the dreaded mufti days today, ending with a "Lip-Sync" show/competition by teachers and kids.  I was working late in school last night, and caught glimpses of the teachers practicing.  They're getting really good.

Mufti Day 2

An example of Insanity.  Both the man and the idea, but mostly the idea.

If you don't believe me, ask the alien living in your head.

Two Mufti days back to back.
Are they insane?

Sometimes I just get fed up and brassed off.

Today was Mufti Day.

I can only ask you to examine this picture.

And one of the best social commentaries ever recorded.

But the Flesh is Weak

Autumn is upon us, Winter is around the corner and the teachers are getting tired and ill.  Regardless of having the 'flu jabs on Monday, more and more teachers are complaining of headaches, nausea, dizziness, sudden mood changes and a general malaise.

The Spirit is Willing....

Nuova Lazio High is having a Spirit Week, starting on Wednesday.

Obviously someone got it wrong, it's more like ½ Spirit Week, however, fun though it is being so pedantic (I am a teacher.  What did you expect?) there are more serious issues involved.

Holidays are good for you

Now that all is sweetness and light chez TwistedScottishBastard, I settled down to a Sunday of relaxation and routine house maintenance.  Doing all those little jobs beloved of blokes, and essential to the smooth running of a family home.

The Skills of Appeasement

My beloved was unhappy.

My beloved was unhappy with me.

My beloved was unhappy with me for a completely unknown reason which probably contravenes all of the universally accepted laws of cause and effect.

Coffee

I always used to be a Tea Drinker. All through my childhood, tea was the only available drink in most Scottish homes.  (Always made with loose leaf tea in a well warmed pot.  One spoonful for each person and one for the pot.)  It was mostly drunk with milk and plenty of sugar.  The posh would sometimes drink it with a slice of lemon.  And plenty of sugar.

40,000

Who would have thought it.

I Love Ringo

Isn't he just gorgeous?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.