Bored, Bored, Bored

Rhiannon came home from school on Friday with her head in her hands. She's not the sort to bond easily and is clearly finding it very hard going. She spent the rest of the weekend moping about and generally being very miserable. On Saturday night we find her crying on our bed, which made our minds up that enough is enough. There will have to be a tete-a-tete on Monday. All three of us will park ourselves in reception and wait until we get an appointment.

The rest of the weekend passed of smoothly enough. We ended up on the beach a couple of times with the body boards. Alas there was far too much weed about to make for an easy passage out to where the decent waves were, not that they were really that decent. The weed was really slippery, and made it difficult to move into the surf. I did manage to catch a few reasonable waves though. We had a barbie on Saturday, no particular reason, just because we could.

I am becoming rather bored. Now that the exam is out of the way, I have little to focus the mind other than an excessive amount of guitar practice. I am also more than pulling my weight in the kitchen, washing up and tidying etc. I've even had the hoover out twice and even taken the strimmer to the grass. I've decided to have a look at the Rottorua job, mainly because I suspect the salary will be rather substantial. If nothing happens however, I think the next few months might involve kiwi fruit in some form or another.