Rain, Rain Go Away

Blimey, it's like being back in England. The last couple of days have been wet, wet, wet and I'm not talking about the pop group. Di put some washing out on Friday morning, and it's still out there. It got wet on Friday and it's been piddling down ever since. Apparently various roads in other parts of the north island were closed due to flooding. The farmers have been whining on about a lack of rain reducing milk yields etc but it now seems that the last few weeks of fine sunny weather have been more than adequately recompensed.

The only item of note on Saturday was a number of trips to and from the Warehouse in search of the "right" scooter for Phoebe, who's impending birthday is upon us. The first one, a three wheeled affair was too small but the right shade of pink. Di decided it was "faulty" and took it back and we ended up with a two wheeled aluminium fold up one. I was tasked with installing the tassels on the handlebars with the aid of a power drip and some duck tape. Apparently these are the fashion accessories every self respecting six year old just has to have.

Sunday was a complete washout. Rhiannon got a lift into the the Mount and lurked with her friend for most of the day. I finally got round to editing a video taken a while back with the aid of some software I bought of the 'net, and had another good go at the VL prelude which now lurches from start to end.

Imogen decided she was going to bake some Betty Crocker choc chip cookies. However, she misread the instructions and added 400ml of milk rather than 40. The mixture was somewhat akin to milk shake than cookie dough. Fortunately Di was able to effect a recovery mission by adding in loads of extra flour and sugar and obtained something resembling the right consistency. However Imogen was not to be deterred. She hadn't quite got the idea of how much dough to use for each cookie, and the resultant mountains were truly gargantuan (yeah, that is a dinner plate in the photo) but despite being a meal in themselves, were actually quite tasty and didn't last long. Further fun was to be had later in the evening with Phoebe feeding the cookie saved for Rhiannon to Craig, much to the annoyance of Madam when she returned and discovered the dastardly deed.