Well, we kindov reckon this is our last holiday of its kind, as Aibhe will be left with her Aussie grandparents for a few days - who will camp out in our new home to take care of her. I guess the place feels new at the moment, aside from the spilt Thai green curry on the carpet which Alissa's pregnancy enabled heightened sense of smell manages to pick up every time she walks by. Christchurch it is, not the one on the south side of the Liffey, the one on the south island of New Zealand. We get to stay in a nice posh hotel in the city, get to go to wineries and visit some of the landscapes of Lord of the Rings. It'll be fricken freezin' mind you and we have no warm clothes, so we'll have to see the place either from the hotel room, the car, the restaurants or the spa baths. Also, apparantly its very foggy this time of year over there so we might see f&ck all, but sure it'll be almost like home. I'm sure.
Am sitting here in our new study room and its positively p&ssing down outside. There's been talk of the upcoming rain "event" for the last 5 days. And, unlike the last time when we were meant to get a cyclone to fill the dams and got NOTHING, this time the event has happened and the good news is our water tank will get nice and full as a result. 4,000 litres of water under the gaf - that should keep the grass green in 53 Alexandra St for a wee while.
Had a trip to the dermatologist yesterday morning, almost like a dentist trip to be honest, except rather than numbing the gumbs, he numbed a little section of my back before removing a mole and sewing me back together with a few stitches. Was in work just after 9.30. Gas. Pretty standard stuff over here, and unlike in the case of getting a tooth out, I can't play golf for at least 2 weeks after this extraction. B&gger.
By all accounts, my newest nephew at home - little Eoin, is not so little anymore. Horsing through house and home so he'll be in a position to take his cousin Aibhe on when he gets here in August. If he keeps going he'll be able to fly on his own, or at least will need his own seat on the plane.
And lastly, the house. Budget completley blown asunder, not to worry. Its great to be finished, aside from the painting outside and the auld garden thingy. We need some half daycent grass along the side where the excavators ran a-muck (get it? God I'm hilarious). Now I'm all new to this lark, I mean, whats wrong with going out and getting some seeds, sprinkling it along the dirt and waiting for them to sprout up nice and green? In Ireland, you woundn't even need the seeds, grass seems to grow in concrete. But there's lots wrong with that over here apparantly. I'm told we have Sir Walter Buffalo grass or something along those lines, so to get anything else and have a mixture would look "shithouse" as they say over here. So, best be on the lookout for that stuff. Secondly, this is not the time of year to be throwing seeds into the ground due to the lack of daylight hours (a mere 11......ha....) - ye need "turf" and be well able to water it. Tick to the second one after tonights rain anyway. Now, given I HATE pebbles and concrete - Jesus, if the folks had done what they have to our garden back home while I was a chisler, I'd have had many more broken bones and probably smashed even more windows than I did - so I'm just going to dig deep (there I go again!!), tramp the dirt down and turn it all green again. Sometime. My back hurts at the moment so it'll be a while yet.
Am sitting here in our new study room and its positively p&ssing down outside. There's been talk of the upcoming rain "event" for the last 5 days. And, unlike the last time when we were meant to get a cyclone to fill the dams and got NOTHING, this time the event has happened and the good news is our water tank will get nice and full as a result. 4,000 litres of water under the gaf - that should keep the grass green in 53 Alexandra St for a wee while.
Had a trip to the dermatologist yesterday morning, almost like a dentist trip to be honest, except rather than numbing the gumbs, he numbed a little section of my back before removing a mole and sewing me back together with a few stitches. Was in work just after 9.30. Gas. Pretty standard stuff over here, and unlike in the case of getting a tooth out, I can't play golf for at least 2 weeks after this extraction. B&gger.
By all accounts, my newest nephew at home - little Eoin, is not so little anymore. Horsing through house and home so he'll be in a position to take his cousin Aibhe on when he gets here in August. If he keeps going he'll be able to fly on his own, or at least will need his own seat on the plane.
And lastly, the house. Budget completley blown asunder, not to worry. Its great to be finished, aside from the painting outside and the auld garden thingy. We need some half daycent grass along the side where the excavators ran a-muck (get it? God I'm hilarious). Now I'm all new to this lark, I mean, whats wrong with going out and getting some seeds, sprinkling it along the dirt and waiting for them to sprout up nice and green? In Ireland, you woundn't even need the seeds, grass seems to grow in concrete. But there's lots wrong with that over here apparantly. I'm told we have Sir Walter Buffalo grass or something along those lines, so to get anything else and have a mixture would look "shithouse" as they say over here. So, best be on the lookout for that stuff. Secondly, this is not the time of year to be throwing seeds into the ground due to the lack of daylight hours (a mere 11......ha....) - ye need "turf" and be well able to water it. Tick to the second one after tonights rain anyway. Now, given I HATE pebbles and concrete - Jesus, if the folks had done what they have to our garden back home while I was a chisler, I'd have had many more broken bones and probably smashed even more windows than I did - so I'm just going to dig deep (there I go again!!), tramp the dirt down and turn it all green again. Sometime. My back hurts at the moment so it'll be a while yet.
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