Some Days You Step In It

Friday was fairly uneventful. We had Vicky and her kids round for a barbie. She'd brought a rather sad looking selection of vegetarian barbecue fare, that I resisted the temptation to mock and contented myself with browning it nicely in the flames generated by the burning fat dripping off the sweat burgers. The burgers did their usual trick of shrinking from small down to minuscule, but I don't much care as there are inevitably a number of half consumed ones left lying around.

On Saturday we went to the Tauranga Agricultural & Pastoral
show. There was as you might imagine a fair amount of livestock around, and a fair amount of "calling cards" produced by said livestock. Suffice it to say one needed to be quite careful where one placed ones feet. Unless you're nearly six, in which case you're free to tread in as many cowpats as you want, especially if you're wearing flip flops. Sadly, the average cowpat depth is significantly greater that the depth of your average jandal, which leads to an amount of overflow and an associated level of whinging and emergency cleaning. She still wouldn't put them back on though.

We wandered around for quite a while looking at the various animals, the sheep shearing competition and of course partaking of various burger stalls, ice cream stands and candy floss vendors. Various rides and fare ground attractions were explored, some of which were more agricultural than others. There were also a couple of shows - a lumberjack show including an axe throwing competition, and a dog agility show all of which amused the kids.



While we were watching the dog show, we bumped into our rental agent, out with her family. She mentioned that our landlord was not going to repair the garbage disposal, but would send a plumber round to remove it and seal up the hole. When we thought this through a little bit later on, we reckon we ought to ask for a reduction in the rent, as we now have less facilities that we had before and it will cost us more in rubbish disposal, as we were shoving all the uneaten burgers down the waste disposal and not slinging them in the bin.

We also had a disastrous time with the sun block. Although we smothered the little ones, we left Imogen to do her own and she "forgot" to do her face, which is now rather red. Diane had a similar case of brain fade, but hasn't suffered quite so much. I did rub it on all over, or so I thought but I must have missed a bit as there's a stripe of red down my nose and various odd patches on the forehead where I was clearly a little too sparing. And we won't mention the top of my head. Oh no, we won't. I must wear a hat, no matter how stupid it looks.

Went for a run later in the evening - uneventful and almost enjoyable. My resting heart rate is now back down around 44 beats per minute. The increasing level of fitness is not just in my imagination.

Sunday. Yeah. Not much happened, and it's too boring to write about here anyway. Maybe Monday will be more exciting.