LOCAL NEWS
Well we had more weather, hard to describe really, as it just seems to be raising the bar on storms and wetness. Wednesday we have flooding on many roads in Auckland making them impassable. Northland was still flooded from the previous event on the weekend and so took little time to drown on Tuesday and Wednesday.
There were bridges out, roads cut off, slips, 12 metre cracks in the ground (12 metres sounds like it is too big to be a crack, it's a gorge or a valley). Meanwhile, 15 houses in Torbay were evacuated as there was concern about houses falling down the hill.
They reckon four people have died in the weather so far, which for us is a very big number. More than people killed in South Auckland even.
Blue ink was spilled into the Heathcote River near Christchurch. It was supposedly inert, and non-toxic. Better than it being brown I guess.
The SPCA came across two overweight fox terriers this week. Ernie weighs 20kg and Bert a massive 32kg, which is a fair amount for what is in theory a small dog. Bert looked like a dog shaped, over-stuffed cushion, with legs sticking out.
Meanwhile, continuing with the animal theme, a cat that pinches stuff has been in the news more times than I can count. Quite odd, really. That it's in the news, I mean.
There seemed to be lots of coverage about some cruise that went wrong when they were caught in bad weather. Didn't see much myself but lots were talking about it. It listed to port and someone broke a hip (but it was full of pensioners anyway, they break a hip just raising an eyebrow) and someone else lost a finger when a door slammed on it.
A man and woman were shot in Napier, both died, police were looking for the shooter. Then they decided the man was the shooter. Then they stopped looking.
Antonie Dixon, the crazy eyed guy previously found guilty of murder, was found guilty of murder again, despite the sob stories of Jehovah's Witnesses beating him up. He is appealing the verdict. Nice use of public money.
Whakatane is now being treated as a swear word, by some phonetic filters on the internet (like Google). Pronounced by some (including in a good ad on TV) as "whack-a-tane", it seems okay, but pronounce it correctly and it is considered dodgy.
New Zealand and Australian people have been caught up in some internet ticket scam for Olympics, not surprising really.
The National Party seems to be starting to finally unload it's policies, some of which appear likely to lose them some voters, possibly more than they will gain.
WORLD NEWS
A spammer escaped prison, killed his wife and child, then killed himself. As a spammer, quite happy that he had the decency to kill himself, but not sure his wife and child deserved it. Unless they were spammers, too, of course.
REAL SPORT
Well, we had zero real sport this week. Hannah's school soccer team had a bye, but it was cancelled for everyone else. Club soccer was cancelled. Rory didn't play polo while we tried to sort his shoulder out (his left should is knackered and has been since before the Panpac tournament and we really needed to sort it out).
The soccer fields have already been closed for today, and I suspect the rest of the week.
SPORT
Well, the All Blacks won against the Wallabies in the second game, winning 39-10. I was particularly surprised.
Meanwhile the Warriors ended a winning streak by losing to the Rabbitohs.
MY SAD LIFE
Jack has two teeth. Samantha is behind, the pressure is on now.
Rory's 16th birthday passed with little more than a murmur. It was pretty low key. We ended up having a fairly quick dinner at a local restaurant Diana has had her eye on for a while. It was actually very good, quite reasonable, and we were very full. Hannah and I walked home in the rain, before drying off, going to the pool, and getting wet again. Then we dried off again.
For some inexplicable reason, I went to Sylvia Park on Friday morning, before 7am. At least it was easy to find a car park. The 501st guys were in their gear and Kristy was interviewed and there was free coffee (although I had hot chocolate). Meanwhile, Rory slept in to after 11 (and again on Saturday).
I got a talkie watch in the post from Brett on his travels. It's like a talkie toaster, but less obsessive about bread. It goes wild when you change the time.
The Grannies came to dinner on Friday, and Maddie attended also. Maddie made a maple flan thing. I am not normally a flan fan but this one was good, very rich.
A real sportless weekend was very weird, and we felt like we had nothing to do. I did some more work on a problem window sill, it is now ready to start sanding the whole thing to repaint. Hannah and I managed some remedial gardening, between the showers. Nothing major, though, there wasn't time. Garlic has been planted. Much trouble was had, particularly between the children, as the boredom and excess energy from no sport needed to be used.
By Sunday it was getting so bad with sun deprivation that if the sun came out for 30 seconds people all over would go outside and stare at the sky and stagger zombie-like in the bright light. Hannah, Diana, and I went out to see the Lower Nihotupu dam, and it was very full, baby. Then we went to a beach to collect golf balls (as you do, we found three). We managed to hide from the showers in the car and otherwise meander around Mill Bay. We could see the far end of Cornwallis Beach which sort of came and went with the visibility.
Oh well, that will do for now. Whole thing seems pretty dull this week.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment