This year has whipped by. A little too fast actually, for my liking.
I was looking through a Property Press the other day (I like to keep up with house prices) and came across a house that looked very familiar. 2 Bath Street, in Hanmer Springs is up for sale for a whopping $455,000. It was listed as having been a holiday home and I wonder if the new owners will keep it that way. Otherwise we may have to look for other suitable accommodation on our stints up in Hanmer Springs.
My bestie, Kristine, from Warkworth came down to Christchurch last weekend which was fabulous. I happened to be house sitting in Halswell for the week which worked out beautifully. We had a nice balance of relaxation and doing stuff. On Friday night we met Claire, Scott, and Renee at the Dux De Lux for a yummy dinner and a couple of wines before heading to the Court Theatre for Scared Scriptless. For those who don't know, Scared Scriptless is an impromptu comedy show. There is a lot of audience participation and heckling and it was hilarious. I've been 3 times over the past few years and it is always a very good night out with lots of laughs.
On Saturday Kristine and I went out to Ruapuna Speedway to see her husband Derek who was down in Chch for the weekend with a group of friends who are all part of a racing car team. Simon Sceats (who is originally from Warkworth) drives the car and has been the winner for the past two years but this year they have a new Audi and it doesn't seem to be doing so well for them. On their race Simon's car clapped out and he left the track after the race had finished in the car on the back of a tow truck, not looking very pleased.
It was a beautiful day out there and we stayed for the following race of V8 utes as well before heading back home. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. Maybe I have hidden motorhead tendencies??
On Saturday night I invited Claire, Scott, and Renee around for dinner with us. Just a simple steak and salad dinner but it was nice with good company and a few wines. After dinner I brought out the raspberry slice and chocolate mint slice biscuits (a common accompaniment when Krissy and I are together!) and with one piece of raspberry slice left we decided whoever had the best story for the nicest thing they have ever done for someone else would win said slice.
Kristine won with her story from while she was in England her train was delayed and then they had to change trains. As she was disembarking she noticed a blind man come off the same train so went over to ask if he needed help finding the next train which he graciously accepted. It turns out that he is married to a Kiwi girl and has published some books, one of which Kristine has read. Now for the really weird part. Back in little old Warkworth Kristine was in town one day and saw him accross the road - in Warkworth!! So went over and introduced herself again. Small world. Anyway, she won the raspberry slice and we all watched enviously as she enjoyed her winnings. I know I had a smile on my face but my mind was frantically scheming on how I could do something to better that for the next time such a competition arose.
Anyway, from that competition we decided to issue a challenge for the next 4 weeks to try and do one selfless act each week. I haven't achieved my first one yet so have a lot of work to do!
On Sunday we went for a walk through Hagley Park - which is so beautiful at any time of year - to the Art Gallery to see the Ron Mueck exhibition. Ron Mueck is a sculptor and his work is amazing. He makes scuptures of people which are either really big or really small but are so life like. It was well worth having a look at.
After a cup of tea at Roxburgh Street we headed to the airport for Kristine to catch her flight back to Auckland.
This week at work has been really busy but, being as competant and efficient as I am (ha ha) I have managed to handle the pressure. We had our work department dinner on Friday night so 5 of us went and played pool for a couple of hours being heading to the Belgium Beer Cafe for dinner. It was a good night out but I woke up yesterday feeling very old. Not hungover, just sore. I had walked into one of the pool tables on Friday night and hit my hip, I got knocked in the other hip on Thursday night at netball by my evil partner, and I still have a very tender foot from where some drunk punk stood on it a couple of weeks ago while I was out in town. Yes, poor old bruised and battered me.
Today is Sunday and it's a nice day outside. I have plans to ride Averil's bike (which I borrowed and have only ridden 3 times) back to Roxburgh Street. And then walk back home. It's safe to say I'm not a fan of bike riding. Maybe I'll see an old person on the way that I can help across the road as my 'pay it forward' deed for last week.