Hot Pork

Imogen fell of Phoebe's scooter yesterday and turned her ankle over. She spent most of Wednesday evening hopping everywhere and consequently she was off school on Thursday and spent most of the day playing on the Playstation. Di went to her first "Women on Water" session at the invitation of one of her friends. This involves hanging out on a fairly large yacht and learning how to sail it. The highlight of the evening was getting stuck on a sand bank and having to change sails in order to get off again. Apparently it was massive fun but sadly this was the last outing of the season but I suspect I will be child minding when the new one comes around.

I took Imogen over to Papamoa on Friday since she was going to a birthday sleepover. Later I was left holding the fort yet again as Di & Vicky went to an underwear party. Well, I was going to hold the fort, but as Sam was available I collected a 12 pack on my way to Wayne's. We uttered the usual slightly less that erudite rhetoric before a degree of drunkenness set in and the girls returned without any underwear. Apparently the cheapest pants were $35, and had quite rightly been deemed too expensive. Much better to spend the money on Sky telly, which is exactly what Wayne has done and the installation was planned for tomorrow, just in time for the final NZ vs Australia ODI.

Saturday morning we went to the Mount Primary's school fayre. This was held on the school field and had the usual assortment of cake stalls, games, tombola, bric-a-brac and second hand tat you usually get. There was also a bouncy castle and the usual sweatburger vans. However, there was also a fully fledged petting zoo, complete with pigs, sheep, goats etc and also horse/pony rides. The centre piece however was the piglet racing. A short obstacle course had been set up with a pen and trough at each end. Approximately every 20 minutes or so the pen would be opened and the pigs would bolt from one end to the other to get their faces in the trough. Each had a little jacket on and it was soon obvious that nos 1 & 9 were the hot pork. Having studied the form, we bought a few tickets at $2 each. Only then did we notice the jackets being switched in the pig box. Needless to say we left empty handed.

Rhiannon's mouse had packed up, due to overuse it seems. Thus I decided to take her down to Bayfair to pick up a new one. Having scoped out Dick Smith and Noel Leeming, I noticed that Warehouse Stationery, sandwiched between the two was selling exactly the same mouse, but for considerably less that the electronics specialist stores. While we were out Imogen texted for a pick up so we both headed over to Papamoa. Typically Imogen wasn't ready and thus I spent quite a while chatting. It emerged the elder sister was into guitar but lacked any formal tuition of any sort. Alas I mentioned that I played a bit and an impromptu recital took place. My phone number was taken and it's entirely possible I might end up giving lessons.

We had the first of the two "open home" sessions today. A couple of sets of people did turn up, one seemed more interested in chatting to his mate, the estate agent and the others were an elderly couple who had one of their kids leading them round looking somewhat harassed. I guess they had looked at quite a few houses.

Later I got a call from Wayne confirming that the Sky was installed, so I wandered over at about 8ish, supped a few more beers and watched the Black Caps win the final ODI. Better to lose the series 3-2 than 4-1.