One Last Jaunt Down Memory Lane - well for this week, at least.

For the last few posts I have been banging on about my parent's wedding anniversary. One last post. 

Sine my father is gadget-mad he saw this party as a reason to justify buying a new scanner. Now we're not talking any old run-of-the-mill scanner, we're talking a highly specc'd type that comes with hot and cold folding gateposts and potentially the ability to hack into NASA (you didn't know those existed, did you? Think again).

Anyway, over the course of the last few months he reckons he's scanned in over seven hundred slides and photos. 

This photo is one of my absolute favourites. It's a shot of my mother at a polo match.  

Now, I just wonder who I have to kill to get my hands on those glasses.

The Jumping Gene. Again.

As I said in my last post, it was my parents fiftieth wedding anniversary last weekend. The clan headed to Hawkes Bay and we enjoyed a lunch party with sixty-five of our parent's nearest and dearest.

I'd just like to point out that my brother Sunshine exhibited signs of the jumping gene which I have discussed in other posts.

Exhibit A.

Can I just point out that this photo was taken by my sister about nine thirty am......in the middle of winter.


We think he's just a little bit mental, too.

Congratulations

This time fifty years and one day ago my parents got married. 

Congratulations my beautiful parents.

Holidays

My brother Sunshine, Mrs Sunshine and the not-so-small Sunshines have just got back from a family holiday in Peru and Brazil. (Permission to feel a teensy bit jealous:granted). Check out one of the holiday snaps we are now being tortured with. 

Hello Machu Picchu.

He sent me an email last week and it included the phrase, 'off to Rio tomorrow.' Like my cousin (see two posts below) I almost was never going to talk to him again.

But that was never going to happen because the photos look just far too good and I'm just far too nosey.

P.S Can you believe what you're looking at is nearly six hundred years old? If only I could age that well.

Confused? I Think So.

Dear Fly

It's Winter.

Now please go away.

Love Kate

For Foodies

My cousin has just set a blog Food that Tastes Great .

I think you could accurately describe her as a weapon in the in the kitchen. I remember our grandmother once telling me off when we were shorter versions of our current selves.

'You don't know how to cook peas? Even Your Cousin can cook peas!' She's a year younger than me so, technically, I suppose in Grandmother's mind I should have already known how to boil peas.


My rational for not knowing how to cook peas was,  'Why -oh- why would I want to know how to cook peas? I'm ten. They're a vegetable.' (Insert noise as though I'm coughing up a fur ball).

Anyway, if you want to learn how to cook way more complicated food that I'm capable of - I highly recommend it.

I'm loving the sound of her bread.

Now I'm just going to have to get her to make it for me. (Only problem is that currently she's holidaying on a yacht off Tonga and has been torturing us with idyllic photos on Facebook, so there's every chance I may never talk to her again).

Wine Fairy

So last Friday we arrive home after a drink down the road to find a bottle of wine on the doorstep.

A Hawkes Bay chardonnay, if you will.

No note, no nothing, just a bottle of wine.

But what to do? (Drink it, obviously)

But what do the Karma Gods say on this? Do we now have to go and anonymously drop a bottle of wine on someone's doorstep so the chain is not broken?

I am not aware of what is protocol when the Wine Fairy visits.

Hell, I didn't even have to leave out a tooth. Does an expensive visit to the dentist count?

Anyone?

Monday Morning Wisdom

And happy July to you! I thought I'd celebrate the fact that winter is a third over with this little pearler. 

It put a smile on my dial!