Back from Napier

We had a lovely break in Napier.

Blus and Rants

We got a T-box installed on Friday.

Na caverna da Weta (Parte 2) In te grotta della Weta (parte 2) In the cave of the Weta (Part 2)

First, my apologies to Gaia, who is Italian, not Brazilian. Benvenuto
 
We finally got back on the bus at the Roxy, to travel the 1km to the Weta Cave.  I say finally, because first we had to do the obligatory "Count the number of passengers and chase the incontinent ones out of the toilets" game.  Plus an ageing hubby who sat down beside his wife of 60 years (married) declared she wasn't there and insisted on getting off the bus again to look for her.

Na caverna da Weta (Parte 1) In the cave of the Weta (Part 1)

A bronze model of a Cave Weta

First I should explain the title. I've noticed that my little blog has a couple of new followers, one two from lovely warm and sunny Brazil.  Welcome. (Boas-vindas).  Although why a lovely artistic type should want to read my feverish postings is almost beyond me. Maybe Tania and Gaia are attracted to my attempts at strained humour?  Or maybe just my exquisitely researched images?  I don't know, so if Tania or Gaia reads this, they may wish to leave a comment. (Eu não sei, então se Tania ou Gaia lê isso, eles podem querer deixar um comentário.)

Off to Weta

Seeing we I am on holiday, my Beloved thought we'd "do" things together.  *shudder*

Eggs

My son dragged me out of bed this morning at 5:40.

Spoiled Dog

As I've mentioned before, we have a little dog, a Bichon-Frise.

Back to bed

It's the first day of the holidays.

Caught

My beloved and I trust each other.

Done, Down and Out

We survived.

I'm going to the World Cup

This has been a very long and strange week.

Chaos in Nuova Lazio

I took the day off.

I'm not well

No, really, I'm not.

I have arrived

Last week I was honoured.

I'm not looking forward to this week.

Only two weeks to go to the end of term, but I feel that this one's going to be bad.

Stripped

There's nothing left..