Sunday, 8 August 2004

Trust me: the food you eat will kill you Terry has been at her wits end. Kylara has been, now how shall I say this, Kylara has been a little defiant. Ok, perhaps more than a little defiant. Rude and obnoxious, behaving like one of the more spoilt brats in town. Terry has born the brunt of this wilfulness. Me, I just go to work everyday and miss out on all the real explosive fun. more... 10:13:19 AM

	Sunday, 18 July 2004

Nicks Shed Everywhere I go in NZ I seem to find oddly crafted sheds. It seems almost to be a symbol of ability - "Oh, I built the garden shed out of a few bits and pieces. Just threw it together over the weekend, and there it is." I have decided that I will start to chronical the more intersting ones that I find. This one is Nicks. It is made out of old bus windows. It works very well as a potting shed. If you have an old bus that you don't know what use for anymore, let this serve as inspiration. 10:09:10 PM

	Monday, 12 July 2004

Oh, and yes, people matter too... I thought that I should also try to describe the people of this wonderful country to my South African friends. Well, at least the differences... 9:30:19 PM

	Saturday, 3 July 2004

New Zealand for South Africans I have had so may of my South African friends asking me about visiting New Zealand that I have decided to munge the stuff that I have sent them into one short writeup. And so avoid future write ups. Lazy, no? 3:26:21 PM

	Tuesday, 29 June 2004

The word. Or, in my day, things were different (really). For whatever reason I landed up walking Tessa down to her school one day last week. I delivered her to her classroom, said goodbye and then walked across the playground on my way to the station. The children in the playground were, as one would expect, playing. More... 3:31:27 PM

	Monday, 21 June 2004

Everything must go In New Zealand superb wood burners are available. Terry and I have always wanted one. Our desire to own one was kindled on the skiing trip we made on our first visit to this country. We used to return from the icy ski fields and warm our frozen bodies in front of the roaring wood burner in the lodge. I am prepared to admit that perhaps we may have a romantic and idealized memory of how wonderful they can be... Link, (Pdf, 347Kb) 8:09:18 AM

	Friday, 18 June 2004

Alas, poor Scruffy With the passage of time it became clear that our fears were not well founded: we only had two roosters in our collection of chickens, not the seven we originally suspected. As they grew the two roosters were starting to fight, and thus one had to go. Scruffy. Why Scruffy? Well, not only was he the smaller and the less dominant of the two, he was also not quite like other chickens. He had two extra claws on the one foot, and one extra claw on the other. And between the claws grew great big feathers... Link, (Pdf, 58Kb) 8:38:34 AM