Every Sunday at about this time I hear a clattering across the road. It’s the tow truck, come to cruise around the car park across the road. They pretty much always catch someone parked illegally. I think they choose this time because there’s lots of people in desperate need of a park – whether to attend the church behind the car park or get their cheap pay with cash only vegies at the market down the road. I try to keep a watch out but other than seeing the odd person come back during the tow process and having a dingdong with the guy (and still getting a ticket to pay the tow fee), I’ve yet to see someone come back to stare at the empty park where they left their car, or at a different car in their spot and see what they do next.
And it’s so totally amazing how those tow truck guys can break into a car, regardless of make or model, in like 2 seconds.
At work on a Saturday – who needs sun stroke or heat exhaustion – supposedly going to be 26 today which is pretty warm for Wellington and it sure is blue out there.
Haven’t posted one of our experimental meals in a while – this last night for our Short Dark Friend (doing our bit to keep the unemployed fed). This recipe for ricotta and lemon stuffed chicken was in the September Cuisine magazine – the Mister pretty much did the whole thing himself and it was delicious! Was supposed to be with minted cabbage but knowing her distaste for herbs and garnish we went with a simple salad.
Small fix-it jobs around the house definitely go according to plan when I do the work and the Mister passes the pencil/hammer/hook or whatever it is we’re fixing.
Long awaited video footage of the standing up action. Technology was not our friend during this process but due to a software bug being fixed the Mister was finally able to edit the video down a bit – you know, typical kids, don’t do what you want them to when you want them to! And now he’s probably moved on to walking in the time it’s taken us to organise this!
5.30am and we’re up watching the inauguration of Barack Obama. Well at the moment it’s a bunch of New Zealanders trying to run a CNN-style panel discussion. Man the Mall is so full of people and it’s -6 degrees!
Vroom vroom Mother & Father-law have got themselves a scooter for whizzing around town on – here they are scooting along the real, 2-laned, busy (well, not so bad on a public holiday) road outside our place.
Took a road trip over to Martinborough this weekend and went to visit ‘our’ vines (well, more likely vine singular). We bought a very small parcel of Alana shares when they went up for sale 18 months ago and we’ve enjoyed the shareholder discount we sometimes get on their wine but had never actually been to the winery. It’s quite a picturesque place and it did feel kind of special that we owned a tiny part of it … we were trying to figure out what chunk could be ours, a bolt in the door, a flagstone on the terrace, a fence post, a chair in the restaurant … When we claimed aforementioned shareholder discount at the Cellar Door, the guy asked if we’d been to see our vine (note, singular) so we took up his offer to park the car up the driveway and jump across into the vines to say hi to one … whichever one … which we did!
While over there we also stopped off for lunch at the Old Winery Cafe at Margrain – always a lovely spot even though the wind was very strong.
Walked home along the waterfront after dinner-at-a-friend’s last night and for Wellington it was amazingly warm and still. The harbour was calm and perfect looking.
I managed to get this with quite a long shutter speed, although know it’s nowhere near as good as the photo a guy further along the way probably got with his tri-pod, bum-bag and camera with big pokey out lens. His will probably feature on a postcard some day.
Bit of a ‘risque’ photo but here he is standing up! By the time he’s embarrassed by this photo being made public, technology will have undoubtedly moved on and this blog will no longer exist (but the photo might … tee hee hee)!
