Apologies for the MSL section, it is way too long. Because of it's length, this message took longer to reach you than it would have otherwise and is therefore not late. However, I sent this via a mail server in Hawaii so Christmas wishes cannot be considered late,
LOCAL NEWS
Still nothing on Harmeet Sooden.
120 pilot whales stranded near Nelson. They did well to refloat about 100 of them despite not getting any away at the first high tide. I reckon shark nets would be a plan to keep them away from dodgy beaches they get trapped on.
A private cable car in Wellington (they have steep sections where carparking is at bottom of a cliff) failed and four people were hurt, a couple pretty seriously. The motor controlling the safety features broke and caused the accident, which was ironic.
A well decomposed body was the subject of a rescue operation at Piha (until they realised they were a bit late, like the person concerned). They could not tell gender, but it took considerable effort to recover it. I wonder why they normally say "badly decomposed". That should mean not very decomposed. I assume they say badly because it is really icky.
Been about five deaths in holiday road toll so far. Not sure how people manage it.
Some guys burgled an upmarket hotel then decided to return the stuff the next morning. They are being sentenced next week, although to be fair I am not sure they deserve sentences if they returned the stuff. Bit tricky, really.
WORLD NEWS
I can’t believe we are getting so much reminiscing about the sodding tsunami.
Some bozo has worked out that accidents in 8-15 year olds occur less frequently when a Harry Potter book comes out. Their theory is that they will release a new exciting book to read every week to reduce accidents.
Meanwhile, weight-loss researchers have found that children gain weight faster just after a Harry Potter book is released. They are looking to burn these evil books to prevent the population becoming too sedentary.
SPORT
The test between SA and Aussie ended in a draw, with SA hanging on gallantly with about four wickets to spare.
The next one starts today.
MY SAD LIFE
Pretty big week in my world, one way or another.
The big prize giving on Monday was very weird. Rory had told us he was getting one award, which meant that while we listened to a bunch of "minor" awards (like effort in Social Studies, achievement in PE, etc). We (Diana and I) were crossing our fingers going "not this one, not this one". When we came to core subjects like English, Maths, and especially Science (Rory's Science Teacher really likes him and thinks he is really into science) we got more worried. As each one resulted in someone else going up (and believe me, there were a lot of awards) we breathed out. Rory did his speech, which went down very well, and then it was the School Service awards (for councillors and people that helped around the school). Again, it was tense. Still his name was not called. By then, some people had been up three times, and I was thinking that perhaps he had been crap at school and he should have got something by now. Finally, we got to the major awards, so we kind of relaxed. When his name was called out for "Outstanding Contribution to the School" I asked Diana if that was the one we were hoping for. She said it was pretty good, so I "oh jolly good" and mentally relaxed. Then Rory's friend Harry got the sports award for boys and Rosie from his water polo team got sports award for girls, we were happy with those. The final award was Overall Academic Achievement, and they read out Rory's name again. That gave us a big surprise, we were expecting only one, and I had put away my camera. A tear came to Diana's eye, and I was completely surprised. Meanwhile, as the ceremony wound-up, Rory was making notebook computer gestures at me (the reward for his prizes). He was the only person to score two of the big awards, and was very pleased with himself. The parents were pretty happy, too. We went out to dinner that night to celebrate. He didn't get the notebook, in case you are wondering.
I don't remember much of Tuesday. Hannah had dancing prize giving which was a non-event (meaning she didn't get anything, but she has done well in the past so that is fine).
Then, on Wednesday, the council decided our rubbish wasn't good enough for them so they didn't collect it. Not a good week to have a full rubbish bin. Diana called them and it was emptied later on.
Wednesday night I announced to Rory that I wanted to watch a Christmas movie. He replied "Die Hard?". My response was "Exactly". We watched Die Hard 2 on Saturday. Unfortunately, Die Hard 3 is not set at Christmas time. I think I got them for my birthday from Diana one year.
Thursday, Rory went to the zoo with Greta. A lion jumped up on the glass right in front of Rory, who thought it was pretty cool. I wish someone had taken a photo.
Thursday night we went out and left the kids at home. They didn’t kill each other, which was good. Rory, however, despite having lived in the house for some time, decided to draw the curtains. Worse yet, he hadn't noticed they have cords you pull on so he knackered them. It took a bit of fiddling to sort it out the next morning. He seems to be unaware of his own strength or the world around him. I think his new approach is all about brute strength and ignorance.
On Friday, I tried to go get a gift for Diana, but failed at the sight of queues to get in to the car park. Saturday morning I went in early and got something before it went insane, I had not been in a mall all December, which was a wise choice.
During the day on Friday, the kids and Diana took Thomas and Katie out to Motat and Western Springs. They seemed to have a lot of fun. We then went over to the Goodins and saw Barry (Ross's brother), Karen, and Alyssa as well. Charles also showed up. We braved the rain and wind to go see the laser light show near by.
Saturday, our phone lines got cut by morons doing water pipe maintenance. That meant no internet either. We were promised it would be back up and running by 7pm, on Monday. That was not good. It came back about 7pm on Saturday, that was a relief.
Saw Roger, Shin, and Ben on Saturday after we went swimming with Paul. The kids were very annoying but raced off when the dive well was opened. They jumped off 5 metre board, as did Paul but he dived in. I did a bullet man dive (arms by sides) off a low springboard, it hurt my head. Ben bit me and the children ate far too much Toblerone at Paul's house. I took my laptop with me so I could check up on things, with Paul's wireless internet I could drive up outside and log in without having to disturb anyone inside (unless you count me sending them emails as disturbing, some of my emails are particularly disturbing). Ben is very cute, and said "bye bye" to us. He is about 19 months old. No news of Ben number 2.
Also on Saturday, Rory's new philosophy meant that whilst cleaning the bathroom mirror he tore the heated towel rail off the wall. Not exactly a great result as we have no other towel rails. To be fair, the plastic mountings were probably a bit fragile but nevertheless it was pretty inconvenient. I made him help me construct replacements out of aluminium that was left over from the construction of the mouse droid. It took a while to do, but the towel rail isn't coming off again in a hurry.
The Bambis rang at 3pm and said they would pop in. About 9:30 they showed up. On Christmas Eve. A good thing we weren't waiting to have dinner until after they left. Big news with them is they had made a pact that B2 would be named by Christmas Day. Although unconfirmed it sounded like B2 was about to become Charlotte Maria.
Koos also rang Christmas Eve. At least it was someone who sounded like Koos. They have moved in after a false start involving an unplanned water feature (the water tank was leaking aggressively). We now know where they live. Assuming it was really Koos and not just a crank call, of course.
Christmas Day went well in our household. Weather was good. Presents were opened. Children seemed happy enough. Gavin and Yana joined us for lunch and we went to the beach in the afternoon to walk it off.
A FUTILE RATIONALISATION RIDDLED WITH SELF-DELUSION
Because it will still be 2005 for many people when I send my email next week, I am leaving the annual summary until then. Seems perfectly reasonable to me, and has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't done it yet. Which simply isn't true, it is just the year isn't finished yet.
Well, talk to you from 2006 in about a week or so.