At Matheson Lake last week. We ran into Finn there who was on the look out for frogs. Finn has since boarded a plane for Scotland where he and his Dad are under strict instructions to bring me back Jelly Babies (which I have been longing for since since the Waynforth's visit in May):
My 3 on 3 hockey team won a gold medal in government-worker olympic hockey last week. Which is to say our team was better than all other wanna-be challengers at getting a ping pong type ball across a goal line, on grass and using miniature dollar-store hockey sticks. Picture whack-a-mole but with cheap plastic weaponry and a flurry of co-workers’ ankles. Anyway, boy o boy, was I ever a hero when I got home, medal in hand. So much so that everyone wanted their picture taken with me:
One of Eff's recent projects:
At the ocean:
And for all of Helen and Adrian's South African relations out there... yup, she's still pregnant as of last night. We kept creeping up behind her and scaring her but that didn't work:
Ferg - cleaning and smashing:
This pile took 4 hours to clear out today - our road is great for this sort of thing. We would have gotten rid of it all faster but the stalwart ride-em police car held out for a goodly long time.
And finally, Ketchup turned into a butterfly today. Yeah Ketchup!!!
Oh and this.... the other day, the local grocery store was pumping out Morrissey’s latest song over the intercom. For a “music snob” like me this is pretty much the equivalent to the end of the world. Could it get any worse than this? Oh yes it could - the clerk was humming the song at the checkout.