Sunday arvo, and there's so much fog and rain around it's like living on the set of The Hound of the Baskervilles.
I'm almost expecting to hear howls of torment coming from the paddock
behind us and a tall gentlemen sporting a pipe and a deerstalker to
come knocking on the door any moment, enquiring if we'd heard anything
suspicious lately...
Unfortunately, in the midst of all this dark and murk and dampness, our ten cows have decided to do a runner through a fence and onto an adjoining farm (Freedom! Freeeedooooom!) so Dad, the Other Harf and Bruvinlaw have all had to don wet weather gear and night-vision goggles to round 'em up. Usually I would have been roped into help, but I strategically hid in the study when I spotted Dad marching across the yard, swearing up a blue fit after discovering their escape.
In other news, it's just two more days till I finish up at my job (woo-woo! *punches air*!). After that all the Fi fun begins; a new haircut and colour is booked in for Thursday (and I'm going to ask the hairstylist to "transform" me ala Gok - trusting of me I know, but I really, really need a change. Oh, how I need it!) and Friday it's off to Auckland to shop up a storm at Westfield Albany with my best friend L in tow (she's taken the day off work to assist me in my mission to de-frump myself - that's what mates are for!).
As well as that I have been given the go-ahead by the in-house accountant to purchase a new PC which is very timely indeed - as I type this the old one is be-booping every two minutes and is taken an absolute freakin' age to load programmes and webpages. The old duck will be retired to Miss 8.9's bedroom (sans internet access) - the plan is to strip it down to the bare bones so she'll be able to play games on it and do homework projects. Bless it, it's done us well (I still have the blog-post where I bought it home for the first time six years ago, mega-excited over the glory and wonder that was Windows XP Pro and 80GB worth of RAM) but its days are well and truly over.
And the latest on the houseguests? Moving out is on the agenda for next weekend now, what with the intricacies of council red-tape and the inability of a certain brother-in-law to multi-task, much to his wife's consternation, but hey, what's another week out of 18 months?
We're due for haircuts too, in fact I've booked all 5 of u in for wed night, I SO need it, it's boofy city around here hair-wise.
Must be fun chasing cows in the rain, no wonder you hid, I would've too. Apparently there's more due (rain not cows) until Tuesday.
Congrats across the board, Fi.
Love the photo. Did the menfolk carry flambeaus when they went after the cows? Say they did, please. :)
Ok then Rob, the men carried flambeaus :)