Happy New year (belatedly)

What an ending we had to our year, and a similar start to the new one...we were seriously starting to think things might have calmed down beneath our feet but no so it seems not. Forget about keeping calm and carrying on....I am almost at the point of Shutting up and Dealing with it.


No progress yet on our rebuild but we're quietly and cautiously optimistic that come next month things will start to happen - most of NZ shuts down in January for holidays anyway. In fact, I will be on holiday myself from the end of this week until 7 February. Yahoo!!!





During my break I hope to get out and find some wonderful sights to photograph, do cooking and spend quality time with the Scowly and the Whovian (and The Stud of course). We have already set aside a day or two for watching Dr Who re-runs - can't wait, and I have been instructed to make a Dalek cake for a certain birthday in August.


AND we will be heading to Wellington for a day or two (to annoy dear Pixie) and to visit the museum and view the fabulous Wedding Dress exhibition. 
Watch this space!

The sands of time are flying again

This year has sure been one heck of a ride. We've had personal tragedy, we've had earthquakes, mining disasters and floods...and you know what? We're still standing.

Thanks to all who have visited and commented and cared, much appreciated. I wish you all a happy, safe and wonderous New Year with new things round the corner and those you love close by.

Cheers everyone, here's a poem that we read at our nephew's funeral earlier this year (jhas it really been six months??) and I think you will find it an inspiration for the following years to come.

So, charge up your glasses (those regular visitors here will have theirs at the ready, for any newbies there's a glass on the bench, help yourself...) and singalong to this ol' late night favourite. Happy New year. xx