That’s pretty much the state of the country at the moment. We’re out of the rugby world cup. We may as well have been nuked, the way people are behaving. I’m a rugby fan, like any good kiwi, I’m patriotic, and I’m gutted. But unlike many of my countrymen, I am managing to keep it in perspective. We lost. You can blame the pathetic French game playing over jerseys (they wouldn’t let the All Blacks wear black), you can blame the incredibly questionable refereeing, but at the end of the day it comes down to one thing and one thing only. We were outplayed.
So that was the downside of the weekend. Oh, that and the small washing accident that I had yesterday. Julio puked on the spare bed so I threw the duvet cover and mohair blanket into the washing machine. Half an our later Shaun pulled out the duvet cover and a small mohair handtowel. It would seem that I used the wrong cycle.
On the upside, I had a weekend of domesticity and sunshine. For some reason I woke up at 4am on Saturday. After an hour of lying awake and doing work in my head, I decided to get up and do work for real. By 7am I had finished all my work for the weekend so I headed to the supermarket. Talk about the perfect time to go! I was about the only one there! Who would have thought that no one else does groceries at 7am on a Saturday! Boy oh boy, I missed out on some good opportunities during all those years of partying.
Yesterday Shaun spent the day helping dad build a pergola. It was too painful to watch. Building is not dad’s strong point. In return, mum and dad bought us millions of plants so I spent the day gardening. I planted miniature lemon, lime and orange trees as well as a couple of natives. I planted pansies, pertunias, some blue things, some orange things, two kinds of beans, chillies, rock melons, passionfruit, brocolli, spinach, baby carrots, tomatoes, capsicums, basil, thyme, rosemary, spring onions, chives and tarragon.
Now I just have to keep them all alive.