A Little Bird Asked Me.....

A little speckled bird came and sat on my pear tree.
He asked me when Kristina would come to visit thee.
So I looked at him and told him in words of two or three,
She is leaving her home far across the sea
And flying in a big bird just to come to me.

Picture taken by Sammo through the kitchen window - "bird on pear tree."

Summer - golf, bike and PC snake

PC snake has been caught at it! Flogging chocolates that is! But wait, whose hand is that? First prize for the first person to accurately identify said mauler. Strange but no chocolates or licquorice all sorts disappeared whilst Sadie and Sammo were away golfing. Is that a vital clue?

However back to slightly less important things. Four courses in four days! Waipawa, Onga Onga, Takapau and Rangatira. Back home to relax - just doing the gardening and housework! The pictures don't quite show how warm it was. Each course was so different. Standout points were: Waipawa - very dry and in the middle of a drought; Onga Onga - perfectly groomed and parklike (very much like Inglewood but longer); Takapau - the holes were all named after Gallipoli features - eg Lone Pine; Rangatira - on three levels on the side of the Rangitikei river - up from the finish in a funicula - some 200 feet.
The Martins are coming!!! A bike carrier has been installed on the rear tyre of the CRV - the cover has had to be removed to accommodate it. Watch out Rimutaka incline - Greg and Kris are getting closer. Carl's speedy olde bike features once again on the blog. It's a classic with a superannuitant on board, downhill with a following wind!

BUSTED!!!

For many years since all of the offspring left home there has been a major problem with the unsolved disappearance of licquorice allsorts and chocolates stored for future consumption.

Various theories have been tested and 'Whodunit Expertise' from friends, relatives and neighbours has been utilised to resolve the matter, generally assisted with considerable libations of 'Greystoned ' Gin.

Today the culprit has been found - BUSTED!!!

McTavish is a benign looking individual (see picture) - some would say a stuffed toy. By day he (definately not a she! - under kilt viewing has determined that) sits around looking, well, stuffed.





By night he climbs into the jars and scoffs the lot! Sadie the superannuitant housekeeper and full-time gardener (see picture) has been blamed until now. See for yourself and agree that the matter has been finally put to rest. Leg irons for McTavish the Scottish chocolate/licquorice allsorts midnight phantom muncher.

No comments to this blog entry will be taken as agreement with McTavish's guilt!


You can see that it is McTavish since Sadie couldn't get into that jar!