On Friday night we had dinner at Roxy Inn and Paula, Kazio, and Alex came to join us which was really nice. The meal was delicious - mostly vegetarian - and hit the right spot. It was a very pleasant evening.
So, of course, it seemed only fair that Sunday night was the Lethaby's (Scott's parents) turn to come for dinner. Mum and Dad are getting quite good at this 'Meet The Parents' routine. Scott and Claire had cooked a lovely roast lamb with roast veges. It was delish! I appreciate roasts a lot more these days as I don't ever cook them just for me.
Wednesday was Paula's birthday so on Tuesday night she very kindly took Me, Averil, and Claire out for dinner at the Latimer Hotel. We had a lovely time with good conversation and great company. It was nice to have a wee girls night out. The food was superb.
You may remember a few blogs ago my friend Kristine was down in Christchurch for a weekend last year. While she was down here she happened to win a voucher for a facial and massage from Progressive Beauty in a random competition at a cafe. Happy days! Unfortunately she didn't get time to use it herself SO she gifted it to me!! Happier days. I used the voucher a few weeks back and all I can say is that Progressive Beauty should change their name to 'So-Relaxing-You-Will-Fall-Asleep-And-Possibly-Snore-A-Little-On-The-Massage-Table Beauty'. It was fabulous. So good in fact, I'm going back next week for another facial.
Last Thursday I packed up all my troubles in my old kit bag and moved out to the Mansion in Templeton for 10 days of house sitting. Bliss. I LOVE it out there. The owners, Nicky and Grant Lucas, went for a road trip up to the North Island to visit relatives and see the sights. I had the chickens, bantams, and two cats to feed and nurture while they were away which was easy peasy. Even getting up at 6.30am on the weekends for the morning chook feed was fine. I really, really love it out there. And again I had Duddie, the black cat, to keep me company. He is like a shadow and followed me everywhere. I'm sure he's an old soul. He helped me get up in the mornings after the alarm went off by sitting on the edge of the bed and tickling my face with his fluffy tail. Bless him.
Averil had organised a garage sale at Roxburgh Street for Saturday 22nd January. Richard from work made some spectacular signs on the sample table for us to put along the street, beckoning people in. The weather was a little iffy but the rain stayed away for the most part. We did quite well and found that produce seems to sell the best. The girls had bunches of rhubarb from the garden that sold within about 15 minutes and THEN the people who brought it came back in the afternoon and asked if they could buy part of the plant so they could grow some themselves! Result! I had taken about 6 dozen eggs which all sold. There were also courgettes from the garden which went alright.
We were left with lots of stuff afterwards too but it's strange what people buy. Some of the things I didn't think would sell were the first to go! We had very strange lady who, after trying on a pair of moccasins, went back to her car to get some money and returned with a small wine rack which she put amongst our stuff and then left, leaving the rack with us!! Strange, or what? She never said a word about it either. So now we have a small, chrome wine rack for only $100 to the first caller! Ha ha!
We all made a bit of money and it was a good way to spend the day. Averil and I even managed to fit in a game of Scrabble during the after lunch lull. She won, but she was also the score keeper... if you know what I mean....
Tuesday morning was a busy morning of specialist appointments for me. I took half a day off work and my first appointment was with a dermatologist. I have these strange red rings that appear on my chest frequently. They look like I have had a hot cup sitting on my chest. This has been going on for years now and I have done little experiments myself - cutting out mushrooms, noting whether they are better or worse in certain seasons, when I am around animals, things like that. And there seems to be no pattern as to when they arrive or how long they stay. So I decided to get them dealt to once and for all (hopefully). The Dermatologist was as baffled as I am so I am getting a biopsy done on 21 March. Because she has to take a biopsy from my chest we decided to do it AFTER I am bridesmaid in March. Hopefully this will show what causes these, we can get it sorted, and I can be beautiful! Ha - Well the first two at least. I realise she's not a magician.
My second appointment was with a Neurosurgeon for suspected carpal tunnel in my right hand. I had some tests a few weeks ago which showed that I have mild to moderated carpal tunnel in my right hand while my left hand is fine. So I am booked in for 2 May for the quick 20 minute procedure to sort that out. This week it has been especially bad so I am very pleased to be getting that sorted too. My thumb, index finger, and middle finger get pins and needles and go numb often when I am using the phone, mouse, or keyboard for an extended period of time. It's just annoying more than anything.
On Friday 28th January my Scottish pal Jenni came down to Christchurch from Ngaruawahia for the weekend. Because we were lucky enough to still be out in Templeton, I had organised a wee country pub crawl. After drinks at nibbles and the mansion, the 9 of us (Me, Jenni, Renee, Claire, Scott, Averil, Eru, Julia previously from CherryTree, and Flattie Belinda) waddled down to the first pub which was just a 5 minute walk down the road. It was quite quiet so when we arrived we doubled the numbers and trippled the noise! They had a FREE juke box in the corner which I commandeered. Some time during our time there a party bus of super heros came in and that's about when the table dancing started. Brilliant. Surprisingly no one fell off and the tables were quite high... like bar leaners. Scary in the cruel light of day.
After causing havoc (not really) there we caught the courtesy van to our next pub. There were a few more people in this pub and they had a DJ who seemed to know all the right songs to play so we could try and look like we were dancing on the alcohol soaked, sticky floor. At one stage Renee lost her shoe -when she moved her foot in one of her awesome dance moves, her shoe stayed stuck to the floor.
We never made it to the third pub. Poor Scott fell over outside and knocked his head on a large rock. It's possible that he might have blacked out for a few moments and now has a slightly egg shaped lump on the back of his head. Luckily he had a drunk girlfriend and qualified drunk nurse on hand. I'm not sure what Renee is qualified higher in: drinking or nursing. She's very good at both. Scott woke up the next morning wondering why his head hurt with no recollection of the fall. Apart from that it was a great night with lots and LOTS of laughter.
Everyone was feeling a little sorry for themselves the next morning.
The rest of the weekend was quite quiet for Jenni and me. We went to the mall on Saturday afternoon with a list of goodies that Jenni needed to purchase. And I managed to find a couple of things for Rachael's hens party next weekend. Then it was home for a wee snooze and a quiet night in watching telly. We couldn't even face a glass of wine.
On Sunday we managed to make a quick trip to Denny's for lunch (it's become a ritual now) before heading to the airport.
I moved back to my flat on Monday and as much as I do love house sitting in out in Templeton (I may have mentioned this a few times) it was nice to be back home with all my things around me. Averil had her first day of teaching her new class at her new school on Wednesday and seems to enjoying it so far. This year she is teaching year 1's so they are little 5&6 year olds. Bless. She said one little boy in her class, who happens to be the Principal's son so she has met him already, told her that he loves her. How can your day not be a good one after that start to the morning?
So now we're waiting for news of new Baby Bartlett due tomorrow. Come on!!