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Published: November 24th 2006
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My bike
Angela proves she could fit into the box the bike came in too Another week at work done and dusted, with explorations and adventures a plenty. I am also officially the most mobile person in the world, but lets start this tale at the very beginning...
My 3 days off started with our 1st night on the town. Painful times. The 1st of my days off was wasted as all 6 of us hung off of various bits of granny furniture around the house brandishing looks of pain. We went to the supermarket for chocolate milk to ease the pain. I came back with a brand spanking new bike. I had planned to get a bike - in fact I had gotten up at 9:30 in order to drag myself down to the auction to purchase one, only to be told that there were no auctions that week due to the local holiday.
The new bike however, did not come assembled and we own no tools. A mission was launched to meet the neighbours and collect the variety of tools required to make a bike. We named it 'operation meet the neighbours' - it was successful. We targeted the house with the garden made of tea pots - and it came up
Tea pot garden
Yes the owner is a bit of a hippy, but I want to be her when I'm older! trumps. Its also an awesome house. I might make her some cakes to thank her! We stayed in that night as we were off on a wine tour the next day. 40 vinos were sampled...Phew. I'm so thankful we all felt better that day. They did throw in a nice lunch to keep us sober though. Very good. Heather bought a lovely bottle which we savoured later in the week.
Next day was the local Ch.Ch show, which is rather similar to the Highland show in Edinburgh. It chucked it down. We went mid-morn and had some lunch under an umbrella in the rain because all the tents filled. We then had to dash off to meet a boy (named hot-boy by Angela) about a car in the car park of McDonald. Dodge or what!? We swapped the money, deeds and WOF (MOT) certificates that made the car road-worthy and ours. We drove back to the show in style. He's a red Subaru 4x4...Groovy times. He also makes noises like no other car I've ever been in. Didn't stay too long at the shows, but did see a sheep shearing contest (which is surprisingly hot and smelly). With wet
Squeeze
Our umbrella lunch feet we drove home to settle in for the night.
The next few days involved work and not a huge amount more. I had a 'ghost' moment at work pottery stylee when being shown the low-down on the coffee. Unfortunately it was with an older lady and I still cannae make the coffee with the fern leaf. Probably because I was cracking up too much to concentrate on what I was being shown. I don't get to eat many cakes at this work. Gutting. I have recently managed to up the count by hanging around at the end of the night with a face that says 'feed me'. Then I get to leave with the leftovers. Games of Cluedo, monopoly and flat meals were constructed at home. I could cycle into work and the sun began to shine! Summer is here.
Before I knew it my days off loomed with plans of a road trip to Akaroa on the Bay Peninsula. The car broke down. We randomly stopped the car at the top of a hill (thankfully) to take a wee piccy, when we noticed smoke billowing from under the bonnet. Due to our location at the top
of this hill we could roll down t'other side in the hope of finding a garage at the bottom.
We did...Woo hoo. Ready to rock and roll a few dollars and minutes later we were off again. Akaroa is meant to be a french town reminiscent of...er...france. It's not. It's absolutely lov-er-ly. Great times. But not that french. Louise went swimming in her undies. Angela splashed. Emma soaked up some rays and I scrambled around remaining dry and warm. Sweet. We had the best chips I've ever had overlooking the water before we tried to get home. No more breakdowns we chilled back at the bungalow. We were cream crackered and were heading to bed earlyish. I went to lock up like the responsible human bean I am when I realised I was standing in a puddle. Flicking on the lights I was an inch or 2 (depending on which part of the sloping house I stood in). We had a flood. Stupid washing machine! We mopped for an hour or so. It was wet. I got cold feet. Next day just involved going to the bank (they're becoming my bestest friends) and checking out getting a NZ driving license (just for the cool factor). I got a tattoo on my foot and when we went shopping later I had to go round in a wheelchair because I couldn't walk. It was really fun, but carrying glass bottles on your lap proves problematic!
Back at work now. Had a 7am start - eek. Alarm did not go off so had a bit of a shocker of a day. Finished now so think I'll go have an ice cream.
Roll on my next days off...
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Ruthie
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Did you mean to call yourself a human bean? Genius if you did